Hometown Waltz - Rufus Wainwright

The drummers and jugglers in Montreal

Don’t even exist at all

So I’m tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns

Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals

You may ask why I want to torch my home town

Partly it’s bitterness and hopping 'round and 'round again

On Ontario Street looking up Maybe I’ll catch him on his way to the show

You travel the world and find all the answers

Everything operates on the unattainables

And 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?