Vārdi: Tragically Hip. Another Midnight.

He was a coal miner in the spring
Blinded with it's dusty resolutions
Broke his back for higher contributions
Now he'd take anything

Well, she was 1970
Burning like a cigarette long season
Heir to all her family's old treasons
She makes love hard like an enemy
Oh ma he's dying

And the river don't sleep when the water runs cold
And the calender burns as the story unfolds
And the valley spans miles when the mountain stands high
Can't they let us run wild for another midnight?
For just another midnight

Perhaps, we're an election day
Pumping hands and kissing all the babies
Ain't no time for shadowed doubts or maybes
Is there another way?

Or we're a stolen Cadillac
Racing for a roadblock in the distance
Flashing by a lifetime in an instance
Can we take it back?
Oh Ma, he's dying, oh Ma, he's dying

And the river don't sleep when the water runs cold
And the calender burns as the story unfolds
And the valley spans mile when the mountain stands high
Can't they let us run wild for another midnight?

Can we take it back?
Can we take it back?
Can we take it back?
Can we take it back?

And the valley spans mile when the mountain stands high
Can't they let us run wild for another midnight?
For just another midnight
For just another midnight
For another midnight