ホームタウン・ワルツの歌詞

The drummers and jugglers of Montreal don't even exist at all
So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetian clowns
Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals
You may ask why I want to torch my hometown
Maybe it's bitterness and not being round and round again

Oh Ontario Street looking up
Maybe I'll catch him on his way to the shop
You travel the world and you find all the answers
Everything operates on the unattainables then you hear your mother laugh attached to the phone
Could have walked around the block cause all roads lead to home
Say, will you ever ever ever know
Ever ever ever fly away
Will you ever ever ever go
Ever ever ever find a way