tragically hip, the
whenever a man
tries to be more like a machine
he breaks down
when i broke down
i always thought i'd go to calgary
i am
i am in that chair
hurtling through space
five hundred hundred miles an hour
and
baby
it could take
forever
the red light cutting through the clouds
roar in
i land
all the secrets hide and come back out
destroying all space
these are not good hours
calgary
to have my heart attack
the place to do it
it's a fact
i'm homing in on your broken glow
if you're hurting
no one would ever know
you could take