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, hey 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, hey Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey Jacques Cartier, right this way, I'll put your coat up on the bed Hey man you've got the 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, hey Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey Jacques Cartier, right this way I'll put your coat up on the bed You've got the real bum's eye for clothes Come on in, sit right down, We've all been here since, God, who knows?