You could shoot off a cannon Down the middle of bond And attract no attention in downtown st. john's This getting nowhere is getting to me Wondering where can you go To be all you can be
No regular joe wants to pull up and go And wind up homesick Where there's no one you know Just a smoke and a beer And the sports on tv Being sorry you left With no choice but to leave
(chorus) No change in the weather No change in me I don't want to leave But I can't live for free Can't eat the air, can't drink the sea No change in the weather No change in me
You could shoot off a cannon From the top of long's hill And a gulliver's taxi might be all that you'd kill We were promised the sun And the moon and the stars We got weathered old clapboard and salt-rusted cars
So I'll join in the leaving like all of the rest Montreal, calgary, vancouver west Lay down on the sidewalk Kick off and die And watch people not looking As they hurry by
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