I was heading to the bus stop, Matty,
You were reading in your room,
Holed up all day.
You picked me up in a brand new Audi
And said, "She bought it for herself on Mother's Day."
Then we hum along
To some familiar tune.
"I like women and songs,"
You said, "It's from volume two".
Then you give me one,
Another you just finished.
You're my library,
Always open for business.
But you never show it;
You're just sitting with it.
But I know the score,
And you're killin' it.
Line after line,
When you're taking it in.
Time after time,
When you try to fit in to some white shoes
Or a blue collar.
So we listened to your choice for the first ten seconds.
I turned the dial
And it turned your expression.
I said, "Now, haven't you learned your last lesson?"
I try to understand;
I just don't get it.
Then we hum along
All from memory,
"I like women and songs,"
You said, "It's from volume three".
Take me to the bus stop, Matty,
Drive me back to Hamilton.
You talk about your step-dad funny.
You sound just like your father's son.
In '98 he liberated
Every Latin rhythm.
He never used to play it
'Cause she could never stand to listen.
You were reading in your room,
Holed up all day.
You picked me up in a brand new Audi
And said, "She bought it for herself on Mother's Day."
To some familiar tune.
"I like women and songs,"
You said, "It's from volume two".
Another you just finished.
You're my library,
Always open for business.
But you never show it;
You're just sitting with it.
But I know the score,
And you're killin' it.
When you're taking it in.
Time after time,
When you try to fit in to some white shoes
Or a blue collar.
I turned the dial
And it turned your expression.
I said, "Now, haven't you learned your last lesson?"
I try to understand;
I just don't get it.
All from memory,
"I like women and songs,"
You said, "It's from volume three".
Drive me back to Hamilton.
You talk about your step-dad funny.
You sound just like your father's son.
In '98 he liberated
Every Latin rhythm.
He never used to play it
'Cause she could never stand to listen.
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Anyone?? Love the song, great beat, but damned if I know what he's talking about! hahaha
I think this song is about going home to visit an old high school friend. He went to school at McMaster which is in Hamilton and his friend picks him up after being holed up all day. I'm guessing this friend is something of an introvert, reading all day and listening to music. These two are good friends and share their tastes in music and books and that's a way they can connect. This friend seems to be stuck at home with his mother in a "blue-collar" job - which is sometimes considered lower class than "white-collar" business jobs. I think the singer is hinting that this friend is brilliant but not motivated and is not reaching his potential.
Maybe this friend had a rough breakup which is why he got depressed and unmotivated. I had a friend like this. It would make sense considering the references to him playing music now because before "she could never stand to listen"
This is what I think the song is about. Very relatable since I am also in University and have had similar experiences.