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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip
Performer
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Guitar
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Vocals
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Guitar
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Bass
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Composer
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Composer
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Composer
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Composer
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Wershba
Don Wershba
Mixing Engineer
Ken Greer
Ken Greer
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

See the candle in your window, stoned at your door
And I got me a naked nation, no days at fall
I wouldn’t call the things you said no carnival desire
I ain’t talkin’ about rain, hearts and fire
I pull your long hair back, and I whisper in your ear
Well, girl, get yourself together, ’cause we’re gettin’ outta here
I wouldn’t call the things you said no carnival desire
You weren’t talkin’ about rain, hearts and fire
No rain, and hearts and fire
No rain, and hearts and fire
Girl, look at me
We dance till the sun comes up, we drive out the back
And I tell you my expectations, while you climb in my lap
I wouldn’t call the things you said no carnival desire
You weren’t talkin’ about no rain, no hearts and fire
No, no, no rain, and hearts and fire
No rain, and hearts and fire
And there’s nothin’ here but me, just me
No money, no pleas
No money, and no guarantees
No guarantees, well, no guarantees
Just me, just me, just me, just me, just me, yeah me, yeah me
Written by: Gord Downie, Gord Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker
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