The Tragically Hip
At Transformation
Gently breathing, lit by the morning sun
Through the night, it'd been raining venom
I want to be kind, not a bullet in the right place
Or just of two minds, more important than importance

I want to help you lift enormous things
A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing
As the earth revolved around the sun

All those shadows, waiting round the last lights
To the dream of being, here comes the night
All of the tiptoeing, past all our most-feared buildings
I only say this now because, I didn't when it was happening

I want to help you lift enormous things
A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing
But as the earth revolves around the sun

I can see it all at once
And, oh, what a glittering chance
In my head the game goes quiet
And I can see it all at once
Them yelling, "Yer not the goods!
A kid before the rapids!"
But in my head the game is quiet
And, oh, what a glittering chance
Oh, what a glittering chance
Oh, what a glittering chance
At transformation
At transformation

That's my dream of being
That's my dream of being
That's my dream of being
That's my dream of being