Hilary, I'm still alive despite the heavy artillery
That took out my heart metaphorically
At Club NME when our eyes did meet
And I know I have a tendency to get carried away in the moment
And make something out of nothing
Oh, when I've been drinking Burrow Hill most of the week

But the boys in the band are fed up with me talking about it
And they tell me that I should shut up or do something about it
And I tell them I will 'cos I wish that I would but I doubt it

She comes from Canada, O' Canada, North America
And I'm an embarrassment, she comes from Canada
North America

Seriously, there's a lot of stuff I like about Canada
Joel Plaskett, Sixty Stories, Josh Waganaar
And though I've never been
Seems like a pretty good place to me
So it's a bit of a mystery that I should meet someone so darned interesting
At a party by an illiterate, corporate magazine
Part of London's cool scene I will never be

But the boys play the game 'cos their band's freakin' great they've gotta make it pay
And my head says the same but my heart's in a totally different place
And I cannot believe I've mentioned NME in one of my songs, twice

She comes from Canada, O' Canada, North America
And I'm an embarrassment, she comes from Canada, North America
Northern Hemisphere, like us, but still so far away from here
She comes from Canada, O' Canada, North America