The drummers and jugglers of Montreal
don't even exist at all
So I am tearing up these tarot cards and venetian clowns
Anitque shops and alcoholic homosexuals

You may ask why I want to torch my hometown
Fondly its bitterness and not being around
and round again
on Ontario street not looking up
maybe I'll catch him on his way to the show.

You travel the world and you find all the answers
everything operates on the unattainables
and then you get your mothers laugh attached to the phone
I may as well walk round the block because all roads lead to home

Say will you ever ever ever go
ever ever ever fly away
say will you ever ever ever go
ever ever ever fly away