Got up at six
listened to the rain
they say it's only april
but it's been raining just the same
Kissed you twice
Went though the motions
said I enjoyed it just the same
and waited for the walk
down montreal
and nothing else will change

Few words shared over breakfast
don't ask, don't tell, don't care
I guess I don't know what to say to you
I guess it doesn't matter in the end
The tears were cried weeks ago
It's all the same now by the hour
when we walk down montreal,
and talk like it's the same
pretend that nothing's changed

Down montreal,
they know the facts
but take up all your time

Trudging through the rain
Behind schedule for something
That really has no end;
but we'll damn the consequences
talk like nothing's different
Anecdotes and statistics
and who cares anyway?
Knowing it'll all be different;
because when we get to montreal...
nothing is the same

The woman at the desk,
efficient, she does it 20 times a day
we joke about people we know,
girls from school, your sister's friends
anything to keep the mind at ease
down montreal,
you know what I mean,
Sterile, unsympathetic,
Clinical, serene.

Down montreal,
they see them all,
we're just more of the same

Through the corridors,
the mens, the girls
coffee, water, light relief
magazines with johnandyoko
stories we already knew
but there's not that much to do;
on montreal
smacked up tight,
everything's funny to you

On montreal,
you're number 43
of a year not 4 months old
But they get them done in record time
and leave the rest of us with the pain

Leaving when the rain has gone,
I won't pause to say goodbye
I said it in the bed
I said it at the time;
when you mistook apathy for empathy
And I took neediness as genuine
So I'll leave you here,
down montreal,
to deal with what you've done

Down montreal,
they've seen our type
no compassion remains

Down montreal,
they've seen it all
you're just a teardrop in the rain,
a story to relate at dinner
You're conscience the only stain.

And everything stays the same.



But seriously, folks...