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

Wayward ho! Away we go,
It’s a shame to leave this masterpiece
With it’s gallery gods and it’s 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

Jacques Cartier, right this way,
I’ll put your coat up on the bed
Hey man you’ve got a 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.