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

And wind up homesick

Where there's no one you know

Just a smoke and a beer

And the sports on TV

Being sorry you left

With no choice but to leave 



(Chorus)

No change in the weather

No change in me

I don't want to leave

but I can't live for free

Can't eat the air, 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

Kick off and die

And watch people not looking

As they hurry by