first thing we'd climb a tree
and maybe then we'd talk
or sit silently
and listen to our thoughts

with illusions of someday
casting a golden light
no dress rehearsal
this is our life

and that's where the hornet stung me
and i had a feverish dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight we smoke them out
you are ahead by a century
but this is our life

stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
i tilted your cloud
you tilted my hand

rain falls in real time
rain fell through the night
no dress rehearsal
this is our life

but that's when the hornet stung me
and I had a serious dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight we smoke them out

you are ahead by a century
but this is our life
and disappointing you's getting me down.

(the tragically hip)