Tragically Hip The Drop-Off
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
Ya don't go swimming past the drop-off
or else
Yer a pistol, yer a gun
and suddenly I have no prices
I'm like a friend of Dylan's
our shovels meeting in some crisis
But there's no swimming past the drop-off
Yea we don't replace ourselves
Ya 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
Yer a comet from earth in a Kiss Alive shirt saying, ‘holy f..ck, it's jesus!?'
The 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
Yer no friend of Dylan's
Yea, you won't see another crisis
There's no swimming past the drop-off
or feeling sorry for ourselves
Ya don't go swimming past the drop-off
or else
Personal stakes will get raised and get raised til your story gets compelling
If you lacked the sense or were willfully dense is forever in the telling
The 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