Tragically Hip – On the Verge

Here we are, now where are we?

It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen

We got horse-throated huckster’s whispered gimmicks

Rubbernecking the curious cynics

And headlong-walkers, one born every minute

Do I plug it in? Or do I stick it in it?

I don’t know what came over me

I’m too dumb for words

I didn’t think I’d like it here at all

But, I swear, I swear I’m on the verge

Here we are, now who are you?

The long lost Queen’s of some Hoodoo?

Well we’re the last of the big-time penetrators

Playin’ dead to fuck the undertaker

The movie’ll come out a little bit later

The Men, The Legend, The Goat, The Saytr

I don’t know what came over me

I’m too dumb for words

I didn’t say I’d like it here at all

But, I swear, I swear I’m on the verge

Here we are, now don’t ask how

The time to leave was kinda now

Well don’t cry, baby, there’s no cause for grief

Deadheading’s never gonna kill the Chief

It’s an empty road without relief

And I’m a highway romance milking thief

I don’t know what came over me

I’m too dumb for words

I didn’t think I’d like it here at all

But, I swear, I swear I’m on the verge