One Great City Lyrics

One Great City lyrics

Late afternoon, another day is nearly done
A darker grey is breaking through
a lighter one
A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground
That hollow
hurried sound
Of feet on polished floor
And in the dollar store
The
clerk is closing up 
And counting Lunies trying not to say
"I hate
Winnipeg"

The driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
The
crowded rider's restlessness annunciates
The Guess Who sucked The Jets were
lousy anyway
The same route everyday
And in the turning lane
Someone
stalled again
He's talking to himself
And hears the price of gas repeat
his phrase
"I hate Winnipeg"

And up above us all
Leaning
into sky
A golden business boy
Will watch the north and die
And sing
"I love this town"
Then let his arching wrecking ball
proclaim
"I....hate....Winnipeg"