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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Lead Vocals
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Bass Guitar
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Drums
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Background Vocals
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Background Vocals
Steve Berlin
Steve Berlin
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Songwriter
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Songwriter
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Songwriter
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Songwriter
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip
Producer
Steve Berlin
Steve Berlin
Producer
Mark Vreeken
Mark Vreeken
Producer
Dean Maher
Dean Maher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jim Rondinelli
Jim Rondinelli
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Your imagination's havin' puppies
It could be a video for new recruits
Just stare into the camera
And pretend that you got the flu
Or a dream of impossible vacations
And get all teary from the wind
Look as though you're standing at the station
Long after the train came in
And see how the space tautens
Like there's somethin' on
And you're never more hot then
When you've got somethin' on
Picture a century of water
Bury the pipeline guy right here
Kill the dream of possible vacations
With the sweep of a mappin' pioneer
Outside there's hectic action
The ice is coverin' the trees
And one of them is interconnectin'
With my Chevrolet Caprice
Black out to phantom power
And like there's nothin' on
And hammerin' the tower
And now there's nothin' on
We'll ride the monorail
Rockin' gently home on the trail
You want to show me the moon
I know you're standin' at the station
I know there's nothin' on
I know that alienation
I know the train's long gone
I can see how your face tautens
Like you've got somethin' on
It makes me feel just rotten
But you've got somethin' on
Written by: Gord Downie, Gord Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker
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