Grace, Too - The Tragically Hip

You take two trains all this way You know I can't stay out for too long You put too much weight, that I can't take I'm gonna break, it's getting hard to hold I'm afraid, one day You won't be okay out on your own But I gotta let you know Truth is, you hold me back Maybe I love you, I'm too young for that And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped Maybe I love you, I'm too young for that And I know we're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young You complain when I'm away I'm telling you that this is just the start I need a chance to find some space To fall alseep in someone else's arms, hey Honestly I don't want to hurt you But I gotta break your heart This is getting hard Truth is, you hold me back Maybe I love you, I'm too young for that And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped Maybe I love you, I'm too young for that And I know we're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young Why are we holding on? There could be so much more Why are we holding on? We're too young (we're too young) Why are we holding on? Are we afraid to fall? Why are we holding on? We're too young Truth is, you hold me back Maybe I love you, I'm too young for that And I know your expectations got me feeling trapped Maybe I love you, I'm too young for that And I know we're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young for that We're too, we're too young

If there's a goal that everyone remembers It was back in old seventy two We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger And all I remember is sitting beside you You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey And I never saw someone say that before You held my hand and we walked home the long way You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr Isn't it amazing anything's accomplished When the little sensation gets in your way Not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything We hung out together every single moment 'Cause that's what we thought married people do Complete with the grip of artificial chaos And believing in the country of me and you Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin And, yeah, we'd heard all that before It's wintertime, the house is solitude with options And loosening the grip on a fake cold war Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When you don't let the nation get in your way And not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything Next to your comrades in the National Fitness Program Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint Fireworks exploding in the distance Temporary towers soar Fireworks emulating heaven Till there are no stars any more Fireworks aiming straight at heaven Temporary towers soar Till there are no stars shining up in heaven Till there are no stars any more Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When the little sensation gets in your way No ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish This one thing probably never goes away I think this one thing is always supposed to stay This one thing doesn't have to go away

Got a window washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to- Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a campaign debt reflected sky You die to your fans one window at a time, that's right Got a window washer's eye For an untuckable sky For lonely design The past is no place to- Try but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride They're singing in one voice, preoccupied And with nothing to say I'll sing it bright, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, I'll just be a sec I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a reader, I'm no threat Who sings lonely? Everyone sings lonely It doesn't sound so bad Who is free? Everybody's freed From the tired of being sad, so sad How will I know? How will I know if I'm helping? More so, how will she know if I'm helping? If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, clearing spider webs I'm a listener, I'm no threat I am here, failed and failing breath I'm a listener, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a watcher, I'm no threat No threat (I am a Beatles fan)