Well, I was down on St. Laurence Boulevard
Which the locals call “The Main” in Montreal
For the Semi- Annual Street Sale
I was rubbing elbows with people from nations
I don’t think I’ve even heard of…
And everybody was rummaging through racks of
Generally ugly clothes that I personally would not be caught dead in
But that’s just me.
While the Vendors were hocking 10$ watches with no guarantees
And oddly deformed sun-shriveled cellophane- wrapped CD’s
And there was a kind of Carnival atmosphere happening….
I was smelling bloated corn on the cob and spicy hotdogs
Which is an olfactory nightmare for a vegetarian, let me tell you
Standing in the street watching people floating by
Like fish swimming in an eclectic sea
I had to fight the urge to sit right down on the curb
In front of Warshaw's to wait for the clean up crews
To broom me away in the morning along with your memory….. But

You gotta put one foot in front of the other
One step could change it all
Ramble all over - no matter where you wander…
You’re walkin’ to find who you are

About an hour before that I had been sitting
In my oversized NDG apartment
With the sky light in the bathroom-
(I don’t know why they put it there)
Feeling the weight of your leaving on my shoulders …
And very darn sorry for myself as well, you can believe that…
I was remembering this little kid telling me how
His old granny who was ninety eight
Had gone to the toilet at a party one night and
Her heart had fallen right out in the bowl.
And that’s how she died, he said, with her heart in the toilet…
Well, I could totally identify with that image right about then
And if I had tried to write a song --- it would be one of those
Schmaltsy, love gone wrong, tear duct swelling,
Bluesy sort of affairs…
Which would have depressed me to the point
Where I would have been flushing my own head
So I went down to the Main Street Sale instead
I got into my Honda that has seen a few miles
And in a few moments I was walking through piles
Of posters and toasters….And I said to myself
Well you know… shit happens 

So after a while I found myself sitting in front of
Le Vieille Boulangerie Bakery with those ladies inside
Who never seem to smile much at anybody
I was feeling kind of numb actually
Because I had this nostalgic flash of you and I
Buying Viennese pastries in there at the Street Sale last fall
And at least one of us had been crazy in love
(and I don’t mean you)
We’d tried on hats at a table owned by some girl you knew
And I bought an expresso stovetop coffeepot
So that I could make us lattes for two (How romantic)
And I’d been riding on the front funnel of the Titanic
And I never even knew
(and the ship went down)
And oh! How differently I felt now on that sunny June day
With those same smiling faces around me with impossibly white teeth
(I’d really like to know how they do that)
And I now know things about you that I wish,..
Well, I wish I didn’t know
But one thing I do know is…
You can’t go back and it’s hard to turn around
And there’s not a whole lot of parking on The Main to be found
So the best thing to do is just go with the flow…
You gotta put one foot in front of the other
One step could change it all
Ramble all over - no matter where you wander…
You’re walkin’ to find who you are
You might climb mighty mountains…oh no…
And ford rushing rivers…oh no
Or you might lose your lover…oh no
And then you find another…OH NO!