Wait So Long

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The Tragically Hip - Rock, Canadian Rock

Wait So Long

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[Intro] One, two, one, two, three, four [Verse 1] I thought it was my duty as an honest man Raving about my country, doing what I can With the luxury of hindsight, I suppose it was just a stand She walked me down to the end of the road And she laughed 'til she cried as she turned to go She said, I think of you and you feel it and you know I'm about to say [Chorus] Why you wanna wait so long? If you're gone this long, well, you gotta know he's long gone You've been building up defenses and memorizing sentences Just so you stay strong Why you wanna wait so long? [Verse 2] It seems I've been offered for a life or two Two things now tell me what I gotta do I've got my old man's eyes and a dusty old picture of you I don't know how long I've been shouldеring my headstone One morе hill and I'll be coming on home I can feel you down in the marrow of my bones And I'm about to say [Chorus] Why you wanna wait so long? If you're gone this long, well, you gotta know he's long gone You've been building up defenses and memorizing sentences Just so you stay strong Why you wanna wait so long? Oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh Mm-mm, oh, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] Well, I've been jumping over fences And running through fresh cut fields of lavender One more hill and I'll be coming on home One more hill and I'll be coming on home Baby, baby, please hurry home Baby, please hurry home Baby, please hurry home [Chorus] Why you wanna wait so long? If you're gone this long, well, you gotta know he's long gone You've been building up defenses and memorizing sentences Just so you stay strong Why you wanna wait so long? [Outro] I hope I know why you wanna wait so long Hm-mm

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Credits

Writers
  • Gord Downie
  • Paul Langlois
  • Rob Baker
  • Johnny Fay
  • Gord Sinclair