The Tragically Hip The Dire Wolf Lyrics

That September off Isle aux Morts
The desultory sea grew more so through the night
And made one think of tawny ports
An aspen trembling in tomorrow's thorough light
And of Tallulah Bankhead and Canada Lee
Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping and done with acting
Past the Dire Wolf's lair, Newfoundland's paws
Close to nowhere and halfway across
But never more "here" expanse getting broader
Though bigger boats been done by this water
Though better boats been done by this water
Though better boats been done by less water

In that September off Isle aux Morts
Colourable seas grew more so through the night
And made one think of yawning shores
Gambier-bleached in tomorrow's thorough light
And of Tallulah Bankhead, Canada Lee
Somewhere far-off, peaceful, sleeping they learn to love sleep

At the Dire Wolf's crest, the Newfoundland paused
Desolate's best was gotten across
We were never more "here", expanse getting broader
When better boats been done by this water

At the Dire Wolf's best, the Newfoundland paused
So desperate as to be a lost cause
You were never more "here", expanse getting broader
When better boats been done by this water
When bigger boats been done by less water
And better boats been done by this water
Where bigger boats been done by less water
And better boats been done by this water