Emergency - The Tragically Hip

I’ve often dreamt of a conversation

That just keeps on coming up again and again

We’re sitting in the baby bar bereft

At a shadowy table out past the sentence’s end

It’s an emergency without end

From until it’s no longer fun

To that’s no longer relevant

From until we’re no longer one

To the bona fide embodiment

Of an endless emergency without end

We’re an endless emergency without end

We often stop in these conversations

Things we say here stay here forever, amen

When everything seems either funny or lousy

Funny or lousy, that’s where it usually ends

We’re an emergency without end

From until it’s no longer fun

To that’s no longer relevant

From until we’re no longer one

To that’s no longer permanent

From the last survivors of those terms

To the bona fide embodiment

Of an endless emergency without end

We’re an endless emergency without end

We’re an endless emergency without end

We’re an endless emergency without end

But your finger starts to wiggle

And landscapes emerge