Silver Jet - The Tragically Hip

There’s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight

Just the, I need you and here’s whys

Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there’s a heron outside

Inviolate light, there’s an urge to go

A shadow, a heightened air of peril

Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too

I think, to myself «I don’t really know my heartâ€

And as you whisper 'me too'

Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne

All everglade and gray sheers

Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off

All the way to Cape Spear

It’s quiet again when a car like Big Ben

Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans

Let us now praise famous men

To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and

Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too

As if the wolves of North humberland themselves

Were rumored to be en route,

Silver jet, way overhead

Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star

Silver jet, so far off already

With your I need you and here’s why, flying to the next part

Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too

I’m thinking, to myself, 'packing is a secret heart'

And as you whisper, 'me too'

Silver jet roars overhead

Silver jet, flying to the next part

Silver jet, so far off already

Silver jet, a satellite, a green star

Silver jet, way overhead

Silver jet, everglade gray sheers

Silver jet, so far off already

Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear