Capour Traits Songtext

von The Tragically Hip

Titillatons been replaced by interstate brickface and coffee-mate and by a list of phone calls you'll like to make where you could sit on the edge of your bed and you could stare into your own shoes and in the pools of light there go wherever you choose just rig up a complication and if it derails you can throw away the rudder and float away like vapour trails there's nothing funnier then pride in an utterly confident stride so I pulled the car on over to give you a ride damn this sleepy weather he said as he marched in sopping wet shoes through rainpools evapourating says in this sign i'll conquer you I pulled the car on over to give you a ride but there's nothing uglier then a man hittin' his stride (now the morning's over light wind blows) past mexicans all dressed in beige shirts leaning over their hoes now the morning's over it's time to let them sprinklers hoes past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms and fileds of muscles quilted to the bone right now i'm flying over yea right now i'm flying home where I can sit on the end of my bed and I can stare into my own shoes and in the pools of light years go wherever I choose and throw away the rudder and float away on vapour trails I rigged up a complication totally derailed so I threw away the rudder float away like vapour trails I pulled the car on over (its time to let the sprinklers hoes) throw away the rudder float away on vapour trails