A little anthem for all my ex-pat Toronto friends living further afield:
Making your way in a small town today
Takes the least amount you've got
Getting the f&*k out of there for awhile
Sure would help a lot
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where no one knows your name
And no one’s glad you came
You want to be where you can ignore
Your paltry troubles that are so lame
You want to be where nobody knows your name
Climbing the walls when folks calls
You've lost your solitude again
And the more you're out and about
The more you want to hide from friends
When you long to hear no hello
Roll out of bed, hope no one cares
The morning's looking bright
And you long for anonymity
But damn – you volunteered to write
And your husband wants to go to Home Depot
Be glad there's a place in the world
Where no one knows your name
And they don’t care you came
You want to go where people know
People are immune to fame
You want to go where no one knows your name
Where no one knows your name
And they don’t care you came
Where no one knows your name
And they don’t care you came
etc..