Nautical Disaster - The Tragically Hip

作曲：The Tragically Hip/Gordon Edgar Downie/Rob Baker/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair

I had this dream

Where I relished

The fray

And the screaming of my head all day

It was as though

I'd been spit here

Settled in

Into the pocket

Of a lighthouse

On some rocky socket

Off the coast of France dear

One afternoon

Four thousand men

Died in the water

Here

And five hundred more were thrashing madly

As parasites might

In your blood

Nows in a lifeboat

Designed

For ten ten only

Anything

That systematic

Would get you hated

It's not a deal nor a test nor

A love of something fated

Down

The selection was quick

The crew was picked

In order

And those left in the water

Got kicked off our pant leg

And we headed for home

Then the dream ends

When the phone rings

You doing alright

He said it's out there

Most days and nights but only a fool would complain

Anyway

Susan if you like

Our conversation

Faint a sound in my memory

As those fingernails scratching on my hull