I want a book that'll make me drunk
Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks
No amount of hate, no load of junk
No bag of words, no costume trunk
Could make me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night
In this most fashionable way
There's this f*ckin' band you gotta see
They used to scare the living shit outta me
No frothing dog, no cool insanity
No rock 'n roll, no Christianity
Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night with very little else to say
But I'm helpless less with the people than the space
No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau
No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow
Tonight, the winter may have missed its mark
You can see your breath in Springside Park
Coffee-colored ice and peeling birch bark
The sound of rushing water in the dark
Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through life with very little else to say
But I'm helpless more with the people than the space
I mean, I'm helpless less with the people than the space
You see, I don't know Neil, I don't know Neil
An Inch an Hour Video (MV)
Performed By: The Tragically Hip
Length: 3:21
Written by: Robert Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
The Tragically Hip - An Inch an Hour Lyrics
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I want a book that'll make me drunk
Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks
No amount of hate, no load of junk
No bag of words, no costume trunk
Could make me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night
In this most fashionable way
There's this f*ckin' band you gotta see
They used to scare the living shit outta me
No frothing dog, no cool insanity
No rock 'n roll, no Christianity
Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night with very little else to say
But I'm helpless less with the people than the space
No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau
No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow
Tonight, the winter may have missed its mark
You can see your breath in Springside Park
Coffee-colored ice and peeling birch bark
The sound of rushing water in the dark
Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through life with very little else to say
But I'm helpless more with the people than the space
I mean, I'm helpless less with the people than the space
You see, I don't know Neil, I don't know Neil
Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks
No amount of hate, no load of junk
No bag of words, no costume trunk
Could make me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night
In this most fashionable way
There's this f*ckin' band you gotta see
They used to scare the living shit outta me
No frothing dog, no cool insanity
No rock 'n roll, no Christianity
Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through night with very little else to say
But I'm helpless less with the people than the space
No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau
No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow
Tonight, the winter may have missed its mark
You can see your breath in Springside Park
Coffee-colored ice and peeling birch bark
The sound of rushing water in the dark
Makes me feel the same way
An inch an hour, two feet a day
To move through life with very little else to say
But I'm helpless more with the people than the space
I mean, I'm helpless less with the people than the space
You see, I don't know Neil, I don't know Neil
Writer: Robert Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing