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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 haul up and go,
And wind up homesick with no one you know;
Just a smoke and a beer and the sports on T.V.
Feeling sorry you left, no choice but to leave.
No change in the weather and no change in me,
I don't want to leave but you can't live for free;
And you can't eat the air and you can't drink the sea,
No change in the weather and 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 you would kill;
We were promised the sun and the moon and the stars,
We got weathered old clapboard and salt-rusted cars.
So let me join in the leaving with all of the rest,
For Montreal, Calgary, Vancouver West;
Lay down on a sidewalk and kick off and die,
Watching people not looking as they hurry by.
No change in the weather, no change in me,
I don't want to leave but you can't live for free;
And you can't eat the air and you can't drink the sea,
No change in the weather and no change in me.
No change in me — I don't want to leave,
But you can't live for free; down here you can't live for free;
And you can't eat the air and you can't drink the sea,
No change in the weather and no change in me.
Recorded by the Ennis Sisters (Red Is The Rose, trk#1, 1997, produced by Gary O'Driscoll, recorded and mixed at First City Productions, St. John's, NL).
