The Drop-Off - The Tragically Hip

When the summer’s 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, Bob Dylan

Our shovels meeting in some crisis

But 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»

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

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

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