The Tragically Hip - Ultra Mundane lyrics

Come the ultra mundane of another life You know it by the trail of the nervousness Your memories compress, your senses are sly And portions of your shadowiness On your everyday nights Into northern lights Pour it all at their service Start beginning by beginning It's time, it's time, it's time A new tradition, a new beginning It's time, it's time, it's time It's time to make you inside with a wristband, all right To see etobicoke coyotes To get pretend scars, to see like a pair To feel as welcome as a sneeze in a motorcycle helmet Feel the ultra mundane Of another life A poet in the service Start beginning, new traditions It's time, it's time, it's time The demolition is beginning It's time, it's time, it's time They're underpinning the tradition It's time, it's time, it's time No perdition in the beginning It's time, it's time, but there's still time To ask, "Hey, what you building? Another ocean?" You looked at me like I was eating runny eggs in slow motion Maybe, maybe I saw you soften, baby When your angst had me over your shoulder You're a beleaguered old lady Start beginning, a new tradition It's time, it's time, it's time No tradition of dereliction It's time, it's time, it's time No conditions, no sedition It's time, it's time, it's time A new beginning, a new tradition And at the end I'll burn so unkind You might ask, "Hey, what you building? Another ocean? Another ocean?"