Montreal (Comment Avez-Vous Ici?)

[Hook] Comment avez-vous ici? Quand partez-vous? How did you get here? When do you leave? Comment-avez vous ici? Quand partez-vous? How did you get here? When do you leave? [Verse 1: Heath McNease] It's a long way to my town Where an open mind means hell is close behind you On the streets of Montreal I see people holdin' hands I wish the lovers would go home I wish the lovers would go home It's a long way to my town Where a foolish man is one who votes against you On the streets of Montreal They don't know who I am They wish that I would just go home They wish that I would just go home [Hook] [Bridge: Heir Jordan] Don't let 'em see you cry See you sweat See you try Just play it cool And hang on to the familiar Don't let 'em see you fall See you slip See you stall Just play the fool And hang on until November [Verse 2: Heir Jordan] Catch me walkin' like a vagabond--street to street But the street signs looking all Greek to me Speaking the native tongue's took chic for me So I keep my native tongue in my cheek to speak So don't mind me You're foreign, Jordan, don't remind me Just point me to the point where Ieave and I'll be Back with a life-long love beside me Holding hands with a cup of that chai tea Can you say cliché? That's what we say Who knows, maybe we could all be the same But I don't speak French, I just speak plain Invaded your city with stupid friends on a weekday That's not like me The birds in this town don't like me Monuments in the square despise me They think so highly But I don't take this town lightly Somebody take a second to write me We out here [Verse 3: Isaac Knox] The drive there, man I really thought it was a nightmare Turns out the nightmare was right here Got our GPS but I can't find where I can lay my head tonight Is this way right? Their faces sing to me Go home, go home, go home We wake up thinking that we're gonna get a taste of the city But it turns out that they hate us For thinking they should learn just to erase But I'm not here to fight Just wanna see some sights But their faces sing to me Go home, go home, go home [Outro: a spoken word by Isaac Knox] We're guests of a province of guests of a sovereign nation The natives alien to the rest of the population Here, English takes on a negative connotation So surrounding cities are represented in moderation And they ain't tryna be disturbed They just wanna walk, eat, sleep, and work But a bunch of tourists speaking like me enter and complain that we can't read their words I need to sit down, may I use this bench? Mercy-bue-coop? Excuse my (haha) But as I sit down and look at the archi-texture I begin to understand that we aren't members They're in but not of the world they occupy And get hate cause they won't compromise And some think that's a disgrace or a spit in Canada's face But that's exactly the way we feel back in the states Where, personally, I wanna tell everyone including the churches we meet That I'm not hurtin' to be your version of me And it starts occurrin' to me that I'm speakin' this town's language So now I love Montreal, I hope it never changes