700 Foot Ceiling - The Tragically Hip

Let’s go to the park

Let’s go watch them flooding

Out there after dark

Don’t have to think of nothing

And I love that for

For the way I’m feeling

Seven hundred foot

Seven hundred foot ceiling

Let’s take it to the top

Of the tobacco nation

We can aim the dish

For hardcore invitations

And I hate that for

For the things I’m thinking

When the clouds are low

Seven hundred and sinking

It’s part hard, hard to remember

It’s part hard to say

Parts unknown, unknown forever

And those parts fade away

But leanings toward, toward a full-stop's

All I hear you say

One foot on the stump

The other’s on the pulpit

Seven hundred foot

Seven hundred foot pulpit

And I love that for

For the way I’m feeling

Seven hundred foot

Seven hundred foot ceiling

It’s part hard, hard to remember

It’s part hard to say

Parts unknown, unknown forever

And those parts fade away

In our own back yard

We can do some flooding

When it’s cold and dark

Don’t have to think or nothing

Don’t have to think or nothing