The Drop-Off - The Tragically Hip
When the summer is young
And nobody has their prices
No one is no one
And nobody in a crisis
There's no swimming past the drop off
Or feeling sorry for yourself
You don't go swimming past the drop off
Or else
You're a pistol,
you're a gun
And suddenly,
I have no prices
I'm like a friend of Dylan's
Our shovels meeting in some crisis
There's no swimming past the drop off
Yeah, we don't replace ourselves
You don't go swimming past the drop off
Or else
The fates are amok and spun,
measured and cut
And the past is meant to please us
You're a comet from earth
in a Kiss Alive' shirt
Saying,
Holy fuck, it's Jesus
Surface is green and the dark interweaves
in a lonely iridescence
It's terribly deep
and the cold is complete
And it only lacks a presence
and nothing else
When the summer is done
And nobody sympathizes
You're no friend of Dylan's
Yeah, you won't see another crisis
There's no swimming past the drop off
Or feeling sorry for ourselves
You don't go swimming past the drop off
Or else
Personal stakes will get raised and get raised
till your story gets compelling
If you lacked the sense or were willfully dense
is forever in the telling
Surface is green and the dark interweaves
in a lonely iridescence
It's terribly deep and the cold is complete
and it only lacks your presence
and nothing else
Nothing else,
nothing else and no one else
