one night in sudbury ontario
a drunk approached the stage
full of rage, drunk up on his rage
he said 'me and my girl we want to dance slow'
so why don't you sing some songs we know
like maybe... maybe stompin' tom
we played the songs as best we could
three chords, strings, dirty wood
and pushed them past the smoke the whole night long
hey, hey what's the deal?
this was supposed to be the real thing
but we're angry now and yelling now
we're not hearing anything
that the other person is saying at all
one night in sudbury ontario
one night in riviere du loup
i looked out through the smoke and swore i saw you
too many nights
too many drinks
too many times
where i didn't think of you
i didn't think of you
hey, hey what's the deal?
this was supposed to be the real thing
but we're angry now and yelling now
we're not hearing anything
that the other person is saying at all