MONTRÉAL (TOURIST IN MY OWN HEART)

Tourist in My Own Heart Arrival, Montréal, Québec Local time, right now If you left pieces of yourself around the world Collect them at baggage claim Bienvenue à la maison Same skyline, different eyes I’m home, but I’m still surprised Cold air hits like a first confession STM roar, familiar pressure Orange cones like a city joke But the streetlights glow through the winter smoke Plateau steps, Mile End hum Late night bagels, sugar on the tongue Old ghosts wave from a corner bar Like, you made it back, you went too far I left as one, I came back changed Same streets, new flame Montréal, Montréal, light me up again I’m a tourist in my own heart, back where it began Je reviens vivant, je reviens plus fort Hold me close, I’m home, I’m home, I’m home encore Montréal, Montréal, I breathe you in St. Lawrence in my bloodstream, cold gold on my skin If the world took pieces, I’m taking them back Right here, right now, on my own map Old Port lights, river moving slow Ice on the rail, but the skyline glows Mount Royal lookout, city laid wide I see my past like a blue white tide Downtown glass and winter wind Underground heat where the music begins Festival ghosts in the summer air Like the crowd’s still here, like the beat’s still there And yeah, some streets got pain in the seams But even the cracks got electric dreams Back in Québec, back in the zone World stamps on me but this my home Tourist mindset, local feet I know every shortcut, still feel the heat Plateau nights to the metro grind Saint Laurent lights in the corner of my mind Rich talk loud, broke talk low Same cold wind make everybody glow I left to find signs, came back to see The city was waiting inside of me Say Montréal Say Montréal Now Montréal, Montréal, light me up again Hands up high, let the whole year end Je suis chez moi, je suis debout If love is chaos, I’m dancing it out Montréal, Montréal, don’t let me freeze Write my name in the winter breeze If the world took pieces, I’m taking them back Right here, right now, on my own map I walk my blocks like a stranger With my own keys in my hand Every corner is a postcard I never learned to understand Then the city breathes, soft and real And I remember how to feel Montréal, Montréal, light me up again I’m a tourist in my own heart, back where it began Je reviens vivant, je reviens plus fort Hold me close, I’m home, I’m home, I’m home encore Montréal, Montréal, I breathe you in St. Lawrence in my bloodstream, cold gold on my skin If the world took pieces, I’m taking them back Right here, right now, on my own map I’m home Je suis chez moi Destination complete Montréal Welcome back, traveler