I took a plane, I took a train
I said to Carl, look up for one
I said to Jon, do you think the girls here?
Oh well I do
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
All the boys with their home made microphones
All the girls falling to ruin dropping out of school, breaking daddy’s heart
I walked into the local record store and asked for
An American music anthology, it sounds fun
They tore off my skirt, then stuck it on the walls at PS 1
I took a plane, I took a train
Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
Looking for something to do
Someone somewhere asked me
Is there anything in particular I can help you with?
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
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New Pornographers Lyrics – Myriad Harbour