Lirieke: Tragically Hip. We Are the Same. The Depression Suite.

Under the pillow
I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out
As it turns out, there's a whole other world of sounds
Of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls

All saying are you going through something?
Are you going through something?

Under the pillow a little room to breathe
The early morning light's a pale cranberry
I hear the, aaa-aah-aah, not-wow-wow
Of a siren faraway and closing steadily

Saying Are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
'Cause I am too

Under the pillow
I can hear you whisperin' are you
Going through something?

Well honey are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
Then I am too, then I am too, then I am too

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme an opportunity, gimme, gimme
Put me, put me, put me, put me, put me
In the saddle, I'll ride, you'll see

There's new work in the Day Room
I can't lounge on line, don't you laugh
I'd sell a giraffe and I'd give you half
Just to occupy my mind

I'll be driven my eyes always moving
I'll be riveted to the task yea
No smiling! that's important
I will make my face a mask

And I'm thinking just in passing
What if this song does nothing?
What if this song does nothing

Working in the new New Orleans World
I'm emptying slots working like a ghost
I move through huge rooms with no windows
And no Gulf of Mexico

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme an opportunity, gimme, gimme
Put me, put me, put me, put me, put me
In the saddle please

I'll be driven, my eyes always moving
I'll be riveted to the task yea
No smiling, that's so important
I will make my face a mask

And I'm thinking just in passing
What if this song does nothing?
What if this song does nothing?
What if this song does nothing?
What if this song does nothing?

Bring on the requisite strangeness
It always has to get a little
Weird, a little weird
Yeah, you just bring on the requisite strangeness

Bring it on then disappear disappear
Go to be a man of the boom
To Florida without the ocean
But don't you wanna see how it ends?

When the door is just starting to open?
When Athabasca depends?
Don't you wanna see how it ends

I can hear you but I can't stay here
You left me lost in the Barrens
You left me born on the stairs

It's minus eleven, inside my kettle
I didn't come to get lost in the Barrens
I didn't come to settle

To be a man on the moon
To get my little slice of heaven, yeah
Don't you wanna see how it ends?

When the door is just starting to open?
And Athabasca depends
Don'cha wanna see how it ends

Don't you wanna see how it ends?
The door is just starting to open
Athabasca depends

Don't you wanna see how it ends? Yeah
Don't you wanna see how it ends?
I'm holding the door to the Barrens
And Athabasca depends
Don'cha wanna see how it ends?