On The Verge - The Tragically Hip

Here we are now where are we?

It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen

We got horse throated huckster’s whispered gimmicks

Rubbernecking all the curious cynics

And headlong walkers, one born every minute

Do I plug it in or do I stick it in it?

Well, I don’t know what came over me

I’m too dumb for words

Well, I didn’t think I’d like it here at all

But I swear, I swear I’m on the verge

Here we are now who are you?

The long lost gueens of some hoodoo?

Well, we’re the last of the big time penetrators

Playing dead to fuck the undertaker

The movie’ll come out a little bit later

The Men, The Legend, The Goat, The Saytr

Well, I don’t know what came over me

I’m too dumb for words

Well, I didn’t say I’d like it here at all

But I swear, I swear I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

Here we are now don’t ask how

The time to leave was kind of now

Well, don’t cry, baby, there’s no cause for grief

Deadheading’s never going to kill the chief

It’s an empty road without relief

And I’m a highway romance milking thief

Well, I don’t know what came over me

I’m too dumb for words

Well, I didn’t think I’d like it here at all

But I swear, I swear I’m on the verge

I’m too dumb for words

Well, I didn’t think I’d like it here at all

But I swear, I swear I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge

I’m on the verge