Gord Downie Christmastime In Toronto
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
So this is your number, well, I just called to say hello
I was blurting, you were blurting, we were talking in morse code
We just got cut off or disconnected, I don't know
But it's Christmas time, Christmas time in Toronto
We got this power to generalise when everything explodes
The certainty of our unknown, your childrens' unknown
You're going to let us in though you're technically closed
Must be Christmas time, Christmas time in Toronto
Let's have a toast
To charity, wickedness, dope
A toast
To the day after tomorrow
Oh, yeah, the day after tomorrow
Oh, yeah, the day after tomorrow
Oh, yeah, the day after tomorrow
You'd like to buy the drink a bar, take us all to the show
You're so full of cash tonight, you could buy the Pope
You might as well try and get milk from your elbow
Though it's Christmas time, Christmas time in Toronto
With your dark epiphanies, your true lines and smoke
Your glistening rails and streetcars all aglow
"Always the wind and the persistent snow
Gets into your eyes and your mouth and every fold of your coat"
And everyone hates you but they don't know what I know
Besides it's Christmas time, Christmas time in Toronto
Let's have a toast
To charity, fixedness, hope
A toast
To the day after tomorrow
Oh, yeah, the day after tomorrow
Oh, yeah, the day after tomorrow