"Way down, in New York town
Thinking about the way she loved me
There's a hole in my pocket
That's about her size
But I think everything
Is gonna be alright
Yes I hope everything
Is gonna be alright"

That verse gets me every time.

blast this on the car stereo and just drive...along the trans-canada highway, natch (route transcanadienne pour vous francophones et francophiles!).