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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 pull up and go
Just to wind up homesick where there's no one you know.
Just a smoke and a beer and the sports on T.V.
Being sorry you left with no chance but to leave
No change in the weather, no change in me
I don't want to leave but you can't live for free
You can't eat the air and you 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 and kick off and die
Watch 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
You can't eat the air and you can't drink the sea
No change in the weather, no change in me.