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Something On - The Tragically Hip
Written by：The Tragically Hip/Gordon Edgar Downie/Rob Baker/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair
Your imagination's having puppies
It could be a video for new recruits
Just stare into the camera
And pretend that you got the flu
Or dream of impossible vacations
And get all teary from the wind
Look as though you're standing at the station
Long after the train came in
And see how the space tautens
Like there's something on
And you're never more hot than
When you've got something on
Picture a century of water
Bury the pipeline guy right here
Kill the dream of impossible vacations
With the sweep of a mapping pioneer
Outside there's hectic action
The ice is covering the trees
And one of 'em interconnecting
With my chevrolet caprice
Black out to phantom power
And like there's nothing on
And hammering the tower
And now there's nothing on
We'll ride the monorail
Rocking gently home on the trail
You wanna show me the moon
I know you're standing at the station
I know there's nothing on
I know that alienation
I know the train's long gone
I can see how your face tautens
Like you've got something on
It makes me feel just rotten
But you've got something on
