Myriad Harbour - The New Pornographers

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

Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular I can help you with?

(All I ever want to help with was you)

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour