https://youtube.com/watch?v=QVcqARdFNT4&si=XrPUfj7cvm0lsFKh
Every day I pedal to the top of the mountain
To counter the weight of being pulled down and down
And at the top Jacques Cartier left a reminder
Of the sacred spot the Hochelagans needed him to see
And he planted a cross as a sign
To get it through thick settlers' skulls like mine
CHORUS:
So every time I circle that cross
I pray to the spirit of Montreal
That it might give me the strength (maybe a plan?)
To build my family a home again
You never know what life's going to throw at you
It might be rose petals; sometimes just the thorns
You've got to be ready, hold fast to who you are
We're all bit players; there really ain't no stars
And I don't believe in a god, but I do believe in sacred places
And this place, Mont-Royal, you're my salvation
CHORUS
Buddy, you don't know the first thing about what she's going through
Buddy, you don't know the half of all the pain she's seen to
Buddy, you don't know where it's all leading you to
On the other side, the receding tide
Then what's left behind?
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