Here in Hochelaga Montreal
The past just follows through your door
Winds its way down the spiral staircase
To where they still pray for the poor
And there are collection plates for those who've never collected
In churches older than we know
And in the afternoons the children run through the alleys
Their faces all aglow
Je me souviens
Back in the day when
You would walk with me
Down our one way street
Apartments made for old world families
Large and at low cost
Stationed on my balcony I see them
Mixed with lovers and the lost
The rain rolls in from the west coast of the island
I drink wine and watch it fall
And I wonder where you are, ma jolie
And if you remember this place at all
Chorus
Here in Hochelaga, Montreal
The past just watches while you float around
Stumble down my spiral staircase in the morning
Feels like I'll never reach the ground