The Tragically Hip - Ahead By A Century

First thing we'd climb a tree And maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently And listen to our thoughts Illusions of someday Casting a golden light No dress rehearsal This is our life And that's when the hornet stung me And I had a feverish dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century Stare in the morning shroud And then the day began I tilted your cloud You tilted my hand Rain falls in real time Rain fell through the night No dress rehearsals this is our life And that's when the hornet stung me And I had a serious dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century You are ahead by a century And disappointing you's getting me down