Gord Downie Nothing But Heartache In Your Social Life
When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are you falling off the map?
When the unknown that you're fearing's in the clearing?
When your world's gone flat?
When you're waiting for your life to be depicted
And feeling estrangement from escape?
When you're packaged up, beautifully scripted
Insulated with electrical tape?
When the famous are getting airborne?
When the evacuation's under way
And not for all the pot in Rosedale
Could you possibly get them to stay?
When a blind eye turns to duty?
When I'm standing there holding the door
Saying things like "After you, wit before beauty"
And, "Okay, maybe there's room for just one more?"
When technology fails, forever changes
And hardcore shadows are gone?
When what the average age rearranges
Is forever certain? Forever wrong?
When new adventures in electronics
And signals are pleasing to the ear?
When tubes cooking up distortion
Mean the end of suffering is near?
When the podium's sprouting weeds
Rendered ridiculous by the times?
When people have different needs
And time smiles on disciplined minds?
When you're getting king-sized satisfaction
In the turnstiles of the night
From the shaky pale transactions
Of all the heartache in your social life?
When are you thinking of disappearing?
When there's nothing but heartache in your social life?
When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are you thinking of disappearing?