Lyrics: Tragically Hip. Freak Turbulence.

Older, you're haunted, you're ahead of your time
Corners of acres of blocks of straight lines
Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides
Some heritage moments and some melodious minds
A voice above the engine and jet stream combined

It's time, sir, the time sir, do you have the time?
As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way
Again with the myth that's neither here, neither there
Again with the myth from up, up high in the air

Above it all, I love you all, oh, how could this be the end?
Satan backhands our nose and our chin
The wings tell the tailfins it's freak turbulence

Just then the Captain assures us we will land
I'll have you on the ground in 25 minutes or less
Or less, did he say, less? Unless what, we're not on time
"Or less", he said or less jet stream and engine combine
Unless he said, "Or less", as if a joke might just keep us flying

As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way
As the moon groomed the airplane in a benevolent way
As the moon groomed the airplane with its benevolent rays