I'm driving around aimlessly with my radio on.
If it's Montreal,
I'm all alone on Sherbrooke Street,
Montreal West, past Loyola College,
Yeah, I know, it's not called that anymore,
Winding around little sleepy avenues
Where everybody's tired
Man, even the trees are tired
Yeah, they're tired of holding up the sky
You see, it gets kind of saggy past midnight,
The paint's still not dry so
All those stars are shining and sparkling but
Some guy is whispering
That smooth DJ voice is saying
This is for the night people
This is for the night people
Those strange creatures of the nights
Living from midnight to six
Why don't you pick up the phone and call me right now?
555-666 all the little red lights is on right now
And this is the best feeling in the world
When I roll my window down
And breathe that cold air in my lungs because, uh
Because who is playing that saxophone on the Rideau Canal?
Yeah, who is blowing that music while everyone is asleep in Ottawa?
I can hear it on Bank Street, inside a little pizza place,
I can hear that midnight howl,
This is for the night people,
This is for the night people
And it's time to move,
Time to look outside the little window in your house and say
Where is the door to get out of here?
Where are the wheels? when can that gas start burning?
When can I stand outside the gates at Quebec City?
And pour the night sky into my coffee cup?
And are you the one? are you the one who will sit beside me
In the little horse drawn carriage?
Shivering under the blanket
Watching the cold breath air come out of our mouths,
And there's that music again,
Who is that? Who is that saxophone serenading winter lovers?
And who is beating the drum?
Ow, hit the hi hat.
And yeah, is this really Cavendish and Cote St. Luc,
Montreal, my home town, can you smell the bagels?
Oh, Really, it's 3a.m.,
This is when the bakers are listening to the radio,
They are making delicious cakes,
They are stirring up that rhubarb pie
I will shortly be having for breakfast on Decarie Boulevard.
Yeah, everybody stops to listen to that smooth DJ voice,
This is for the night people,
This is for the night people.
Good night.
If it's Montreal,
I'm all alone on Sherbrooke Street,
Montreal West, past Loyola College,
Yeah, I know, it's not called that anymore,
Winding around little sleepy avenues
Where everybody's tired
Man, even the trees are tired
Yeah, they're tired of holding up the sky
You see, it gets kind of saggy past midnight,
The paint's still not dry so
All those stars are shining and sparkling but
Some guy is whispering
That smooth DJ voice is saying
This is for the night people
This is for the night people
Those strange creatures of the nights
Living from midnight to six
Why don't you pick up the phone and call me right now?
555-666 all the little red lights is on right now
And this is the best feeling in the world
When I roll my window down
And breathe that cold air in my lungs because, uh
Because who is playing that saxophone on the Rideau Canal?
Yeah, who is blowing that music while everyone is asleep in Ottawa?
I can hear it on Bank Street, inside a little pizza place,
I can hear that midnight howl,
This is for the night people,
This is for the night people
And it's time to move,
Time to look outside the little window in your house and say
Where is the door to get out of here?
Where are the wheels? when can that gas start burning?
When can I stand outside the gates at Quebec City?
And pour the night sky into my coffee cup?
And are you the one? are you the one who will sit beside me
In the little horse drawn carriage?
Shivering under the blanket
Watching the cold breath air come out of our mouths,
And there's that music again,
Who is that? Who is that saxophone serenading winter lovers?
And who is beating the drum?
Ow, hit the hi hat.
And yeah, is this really Cavendish and Cote St. Luc,
Montreal, my home town, can you smell the bagels?
Oh, Really, it's 3a.m.,
This is when the bakers are listening to the radio,
They are making delicious cakes,
They are stirring up that rhubarb pie
I will shortly be having for breakfast on Decarie Boulevard.
Yeah, everybody stops to listen to that smooth DJ voice,
This is for the night people,
This is for the night people.
Good night.
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