Lyrics

The windows of Halifax were shuttered and closed down It was almost Christmas Eve, it was quiet on the town There was snow on the streets, everyone was inside I looked at my tree and I slowly cried Well, I drove in my car, it was like I was on the moon I thought of a warmer place in the middle of June Sometimes this old snow makes me so mad Sometimes for no reason, I just feel kind of sad Oh, the windows of Halifax tonight Well, the first window says to the second window, "How come you never opеn up?" And the second window says, "I had my heart brokе once, now I just stay closed shut" Well, the first window says, "Maybe you could see some kind of counselor or something Maybe a window washer could help you see things more clearly 'Cause I think you're pretty attractive But you always have your shade pulled down and the sun can never come in" Well, the second window says, "Frick the sun, guy, the girl I love is back in St. Anthony in the big old house with overgrown weeds She's a beautiful window and I can see all the way through her to her soul" "Back in St. Anthony? Well, I was imported from St. John's Well, the fellow who lives here, he studied chemistry at Dalhousie University Truthfully, he flunked out But he's still a chemist Well, actually, he's just a drug dealer And we got people comin' in and out of the house all night long But I never have anybody to talk to, just bottle caps and cigarette butts being flicked my way" "Dalhousie University, you say? Well, the fellow that lives here next door, he studied geography and archaeology over in Antigonish at St. Francis Xavier But he flunked out too Now the only mountains he sees are paper mountains from his failed thesis Yeah, he's got some tinfoil trees, a cardboard river and an ugly, ugly paper mountain he made out of the drug dealers trash outside" Sometimes this old snow makes me so mad Sometimes for no reason, I just feel kind of sad Oh, the windows of Halifax tonight Well, the windows of the Maritimes, they're all tellin' stories Of the plentiful days of the cod and the glory Where an explosion that rocked a French cargo ship In Dartmouth near the harbor, all the windows got clipped Well, all these windows, they're all tellin' stories Some are so sweet, some are so gory There was a murder one night no one ever speaks of Oh, the windows of Halifax tonight