Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin Man Lyrics by The Tragically Hip

Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin Man Lyrics

    It was our third time in New York
    It was your fourth time in New York
    We were fifth and sixth on the bill
    We talk a little about our bands talk a little of our future plans
    It's not like we were best friends

    That number scheme comes back to me
    In times beyond our heartbeat

    We hung around til the final band
    Called 'Escape is at Hand for the Travellin' Man'
    You yelled in my ear this music speaks to me
    They launched into 'Lonely From Rock n Roll'
    Followed by 'They Checked Out an Hour Ago'
    Closing with 'All Desires Turn Concrete'

    Those melodies come back to me
    At times beyond our heartbeat

    I guess I'm too slow yes I'm too, yes I'm too slow
    But you said anytime of the day was fine
    You said anytime of the night was also fine

    I walked through your revolving door
    Got no answer on the seventh floor
    Elevator gave a low moan
    The pigeons sagged the wire with their weight
    Listening to the singing chambermaid
    She sang 'They Checked Out an Hour Ago'

    Those melodies come back to me
    In times beyond our heartbeat

    I guess I'm too slow yes I'm too, yes I'm too slow
    But you said anytime of the day was fine
    You said anytime of the night was also fine
    Our heartbeat, our heartbeat our heartbeat

    Long conversation idle chit-chat
    Maybe dive in or maybe hang back
    Idle conversation or idle chit-chat
    Maybe dive in or maybe hang back

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