Looking For A Place To Happen - The Tragically Hip, Don Smith

I’ve got a job, I explore

I follow every little whiff

And I want my life to smell like this

To find a place, an ancient race

The kind you’d like to gamble with

Where they’d stamp on burning bags of shit

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Wayward ho, away we go

It’s a shame to leave this masterpiece

With its gallery gods and its garbage bag trees

So I’ll paint a scene from memory

So I’d know who murdered me

It’s a vain pursuit but it helps me to sleep

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Jacques Cartier, right this way

I’ll put your coat up on the bed

Hey, man, you’ve got the real bum’s eye for clothes

And come on in, sit right down

No, you’re not the first to show

We’ve all been here since, God, who knows?

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Looking for a place to happen

Making stops along the way, hey

Jacques Cartier, right this way

I’ll put your coat up on the bed

You’ve got the real bum’s eye for clothes

And come on in, sit right down

We’ve all been here since, God, who knows?