Woorden: Tragically Hip. Vapour Trails.

Titillations been replaced, by interstate brick face and coffee mate
And by a list of phone calls, you?ll like to make
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes

And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose
Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
You can throw away the rudder and float away like vapour trails

There?s nothin' funnier than pride in an utterly confident stride
So I pulled the car on over to give you a ride
Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin? wet shoes
Through rain pools evaporatin?, says in this sign I?ll conquer you

I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
But there?s nothin? uglier than a man hittin? his stride
Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin? over their hoes
Now the mornin?s over, it?s time to let them sprinklers hose

Past hills of chambermaids? dark bare arms
And fields of muscles quilted to the bone
Right now I?m flyin? over, ya right now I?m flyin? home
Where I can sit on the end of my bed
And I can stare into my own shoes

And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose
And throw away the rudder, float away on vapour trails
I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
So I throw away the rudder, float away like vapour trails
I pulled the car on over
(It?s time to let them sprinklers hose)

Woo, woo, woo, throw away the rudder