The Modern Spirit - The Tragically Hip

In the dark before the train

Just beyond the barn glow

Where no dissident remains

Driving it like we stole it Snow falling, a silver poet

To concentrate the gallows

And subtracting us like the wolf does

Driving it like we stole it But we’re getting nearer, nearer

Getting near that modern spirit, yeah

I can hear it, hear it, hear it I can hear that modern spirit

On the open road for boys

A white and an open throat

Night slips back with no noise

Inside the hitch-hiker's coat

But we’re getting nearer, nearer

Getting near that modern spirit, yeah

I can hear it, hear it, hear it I can hear the modern spirit, yeah

Can’t you just hear it, hear it, hear it?

Winter counting everything, we’re near it We’re getting nearer nearer, nearer

Friendship changing everything, we’re near it I can hear it Is this the modern spirit?

Is this the modern spirit, yeah

Is this the modern spirit

This is the modern spirit, yeah

This is the modern spirit

This is the modern spirit, yeah

This is the modern spirit

This is the modern spirit, yeah

Yeah?

Yeah