the tragically hip
escape is at hand for the travellin' man
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 Time 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", and chuckled  Those melodies come back to me Time 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 or idle chit chat Maybe dive in or maybe hang back Idle conversation or idle chit chat Maybe dive in or maybe hang back