The Tragically Hip - The Depression Suite

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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?

cuz I-I-I-I 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-I-I-I I am too

Then I-I-I-I I am too

Then I-I-I-I 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 NewOrleansWorld

I'm emptying slots working like a ghost

I move through huge rooms with no windows

And no Gulf of Mexico

Gimmegimmegimme 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

Yea 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 11

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

Doncha 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

Doncha wanna see how it ends?