The New Pornographers - Myriad Harbour

I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

I said to Carl
Look up for once
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)

I said to Jon
Do you think the girls here
(Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
Oh well I do

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

All the boys
With their home-made microphones
(Have very interesting sounds)

All the girls falling to ruin
Dropping out of school, breakin' daddy's heart
(Just to hang around)

I walked into the local record store
And asked for an American music anthology
It sounds fun
They taught my sketches (?)
Stuck 'em on the walls of PS1

I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
Looking for something to do