The Tragically Hip Leave Lyrics

Do you mean the attack is routine?
A bird asked of a bird
In this context, a concave nest
How do we learn to hurt?

Do you mean there's no variation?
Watching a dog charge a flock
Of birds exploding in congregation
Why plan when we stop?

I dunno...but why suppose
It's not the way it should be?
When you can fly above the great waiting list
As the crow implies, we won't be missed
We can leave
We can leave
We can leave

It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
There's more worms than earth in the afterlife
Where the blind feed the blind whispering things like
"On the money" and "Bullseye"
She picks up the little leaves
Where human wrecks are left to seed
Left to repaint their deities
And plaster away at their villainies
Where there's love and there's hope

And do you hope those earthbound poets
Could learn to sing as good as us
So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions
And our quietus?

Well I don't now but why suppose
It's not the way it should be.
When you can squawk and wait for word from above
And change yourself into something you love
When you leave
When you leave
You leave

See also:

Tragically Hip Boots Or Hearts Lyrics
Steve Wariner What I Didn't Do Lyrics