Foreign language, blue but in a different continent Scream of anguish, blank stares at monuments Chronic pessimism, crying at a French cafe Telling myself I like impressionism While looking right through a Monet And it's just as lonely lookin' out at the water As it is lonely lookin' out my bedroom window And it's just as sad in Paris As it is sad in Toronto I think I'm gonna hate you By the time we reach the East Side Crying at the Metropolitan Trudging along the High Line It's just as lonely lookin' out at the city As it is lonely lookin' out my bedroom window And it's just as sad in New York As it is sad in Toronto We've spent hours in the suburbs I thought I'd like America And I thought I saw your brother But it was just a replica Why did I believe the TV shows? I've been on one of those It's all fake, that's something everybody knows It's just as lonely in another country As it is lonely outside my bedroom window It's just as sad somewhere else As it is sad in Toronto It's just as sad as being at home