The Tragically Hip You're Everywhere

You are everywhere, within and without
Where it don�t matter what we used to do now
Where I feed my people when I get behind the plow
When I write the tiger hanging on by his eyebrows
Somehow where the gang in me
Is being all that it can be
Somehow part hope is a plan
And part vigilante streak

When I reel my Irish in
When I sleep on the train
In straight lines through shadows, you�re there
Where the future lies
Under no moon at night
At the ballroom hanging, you�re there

You are there when I stop writing things down
And when I forget about who I am now
Forget about who�s kissing her and who�s behind my plow
Now it�s time to drown all of that poetry out
Somehow where democracy
Is how we all learn to sleep
With ourselves drawing to ourselves
Everything we can carry

When I reel my Irish in
When I sleep in the rain
In straight lines through shadows, you�re there
Where the future lies
Under no moon at night
At the ballroom hanging, you�re there

There�s no escaping this dream
We�re dancing with no distractions

When I reel my Irish in
When I sleep on the plane
In straight lines through shadows, you�re there
Where the future lies
Under no moon at night
At the ballroom hanging, you�re there
You�re everywhere

You�re there
You�re everywhere
You�re there
You�re everywhere