Vapour Trails The Tragically Hip

Titillations been replaced
By interstate, brick face and coffee mate
And by a list of phone calls
You'll like to make
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there
Go wherever you choose

Just rig up a complication
And if it derails
You can throw away the rudder
And float away like vapour trails

There's nothing funnier than pride
In an utterly confident stride
So I pulled the car on over
To give you a ride
Damn this sleepy weather he said
As he marched in sopping wet shoes
Through rain pools evaporating
He says in this sign I'll conquer you

I pulled the car on over
To give you a ride
But there's nothing uglier
Than a man hitting his stride