Woorden: Tragically Hip. Ahead By A Century.

First thing, we'd climb a tree
And maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently
And listen to our thoughts

With illusions of someday
Casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal
This is our life

And that's where the hornet stung me
And I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight, we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century

Stare in the mornin' shroud
And then the day began
I tilted your cloud
You tilted my hand

Rain falls in real time
And rain fell through the night
No dress rehearsal
This is our life

But that's when the hornet stung me
And I had a serious dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight, we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century
You are ahead by a century

And disappointin' you
Is gettin' me down