False Creek changed in '86
The year Expo exploited her shore
It's been twenty two years laying down bricks
And there's no room for me here any more, any more
There's no room for me here anymore

I made my mark in '84
Born to the month of June
My home at the heart of Charleson Park
I never thought I'd be leaving so soon, so soon
Never thought I'd be leaving so soon

I've watched The Walls of Yaletown
Growing up over my mountain view
My old horizon under the clouds
I'll be sad when I'm thinking of you
I'll be sad when I'm thinking of you

Now all the old men and their boats have gone
And I will be leaving too
My little red roof by the old duck pond
I'll be saying farewell to you
I'll be saying farewell to you