You could shoot off a cannon
And attract no attention in downtown st. john's
This getting nowhere is getting to me
Wondering where can you go
No regular joe wants to pull up and go
Where there's no one you know
With no choice but to leave
But I can't live for free
Can't eat the air, can't drink the sea
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
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
And watch people not looking