Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin' Man - The Tragically Hip

It was our third time in New York

It was your fourth time in New York

We were fifth and sixth on the bill

We talk a little about our bands

Talk a little of our future plans

It’s not like we were best of friends

Why, what did we do?

That number scheme comes back to me

In times beyond our heartbeat

We hung around till the final band

Called «Escape Is At Hand For The Travelling Man»

You yelled in my ear this music speaks to me

They launched into «Lonely From Rock And Roll»

Followed by «They Checked Out An Hour Ago»

Closing with «All Desires Turn Concrete»

Those melodies come back to me

At times beyond our heartbeat

I guess I’m too slow, yes, I’m too, yes, I’m too slow

You said any time of the day was fine

You said any time of the night was also fine

I walked through your revolving door

Got no answer on the seventh floor

Elevator gave a low moan

The pigeons sagged the wire with their weight

Listening to the singing chambermaid

She sang «They Checked Out An Hour Ago»

I kind of chuckled

Those melodies come back to me

In times beyond our heartbeat

I guess I’m too slow, yes, I’m too, yes, I’m too slow

You said any time of the day was fine

You said any time of the night was also fine

Our heartbeat, our heartbeat, our heartbeat

Long conversation or idle chit chat

Maybe dive in or maybe hang back

Idle conversation or idle chit chat

Maybe dive in or maybe hang back