The Tragically Hip Nautical Disaster Lyrics

Nautical Disaster The Tragically Hip

I had this dream where I relished the fray
And the screaming filled my head all day
It was as though I'd been spit here
Settled in, into the pocket
Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket
Off the coast of France, dear

One afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here
And five hundred more were thrashing madly
As parasites might in your blood
Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten
Ten only, anything that systematic would get you hated
It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated
Death
The selection was quick, the crew was picked in order
And those left in the water
Got kicked off our pantleg and we headed for home

Then the dream ends when the phone rings
You're doing alright he said it's out there
Most days and nights, but only a fool would complain
Anyway, Susan, if you like
Our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory
As those fingernails scratching on my hull