Listen up kid, it’s not what you thinknStayed out too late, had a little to much to drinknWalked home ‘cross the bridge, when the Marquee shut downnThere’s a reason that I love this townnnNobody cares how much money you havenIf you’ve got enough to get in a cabnThere’ll be drinks on the house if your house burns downnThere’s a reason that I love this townnnI saw your band in the early daysnWe all understand why you moved awaynBut we’ll hold a grudge anywaynnI shot the shit with Miniature TimnIf he needs a hit then I’ll write one for himnWe like the same books and we like the same soundsnThere’s a reason that I love this townnnI played a show in Kelowna last yearnThey said, “Pick it up Joel, we’re dyin’ in here.”nPicture one hand clapping, now picture half that soundnThere’s a reason that I hate that townnnIf you saw my band in the early daysnThen you understand why we moved a waynBut you’ll hold a grudge any way (because it’s fun)nnDavey and me, face down in our soupnSome French restaurant outside Riviere De LoupnLast night of the tour we burnt the place to the groundnThere’s a reason that I love this town