The Tragically Hip Freak Turbulence song lyrics

You're older, you're haunted, you're ahead of your time

In corners of acres of blocks of straight lines

Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides

Some heritage moments and some melodious minds

A voice above the engine and the jet stream combined

"It's time, sir, the time, sir, do you have the time?"

As the moon groomed the airplane

In a benevolent way

Again with the myth that's neither here, neither there

Again with the myth from up, up high in the air

Above it all, I love you all, oh how could this be the end?

Satan backhands our nose and our chin

The wings tell the tailfins, "it's freak turbulence"

Just then the captain assures us we will land

"I'll have you on the ground in twenty five minutes or less"

"Or less," did he say, "less"? Unless what? We're not on time?

Or less he said "or less" jet stream and engine combine

Unless he said "or less" as if a joke might just keep us flying

And as the moon groomed the airplane

In a benevolent way

And as the moon groomed the airplane

In a benevolent way

And as the moon groomed the airplane

With its benevolent rays