Leave the interstate Across the border of Canada I'm sure The Atlantic home And Carolina And I have seen this place And surely I'll make it there Montreal is near And don't fear tomorrow and I will be going To the the other side I won't be held Against the light How the West won But still lost everything I have seen this place And black/white silent movies Burlington is near Once you've seen the lake, the tower I will be going To the other side I won't be held Against the light I will be going To the other side I won't be held Against the light Oh-Ooh Oh-Ooh The leaves will always fall Green, brown, red, yellow In these worried streets Where everybody goes