“maybe I got no more interest”
dear Tragically Hip, I can’t stop listening to you,
you’re hammering out my heartbeat
through the thin, netted flesh of my headphones
and I can’t help but answer back
“maybe I got no more interest
in the exact feeling”
yes but you see the interest is there for me
and I love trying to imagine
what this exact feeling could be
will I know it when I feel it
dear songwriter, tell me
will I know it when I feel it
did you know it when you felt it
did you feel it?
“I’d be on my hands, I’d be on my knees
saying, hey bartender, one more of these”
well I know that feeling, that exact feeling for sure
I’d just love to hold a finely crafted shot glass
between my thumb and forefinger, swirl
the amber liquid around and toss it back,
badass,
then go up and find this song on the karaoke machine
and sing
“flying, falling, kneeling
trying to get ‘em to notice”
because, dear Tragically Hip
you strum out my emotions, vibrating
muddled and raw through the strings of your guitars
and I can’t help but respond
trying to get ‘em to notice, yeah every day
and maybe they do, maybe they don’t
it’s hard to say
but anyways, I appreciate the thought
and the way you put chords to my heart
“the exact feeling
maybe isn’t what I think”
that’s true, I get it now
I won’t know until that train arrives
and the exact feeling
whatever the hell it is
pulls into the station
I guess what I’m trying to say is
dear Tragically Hip
*thank you