Insomniacs of the World, Good Night Songtext
von Gord Downie

I can see the line of your brassiere
I can contemplate it from here
There′s no need for breathlessness
When we're so far apart

I can see us writhing in a phone booth
Or laid back in the dewy grass of our youth
Gathering our sweetnesses
And wishing on the Neverstar

Our happy days of electrical smiles
And loving evenings falling down in piles
Not imagining a restlessness
That could keep us apart


If I could sleep there′s a chance I could dream
And reconjure all of these vivid scenes
Insomniacs of the world, good night
No more wishing on the Neverstar
Insomniacs of the world, good night
No more wishing on the Neverstar
Insomniacs of the world, good night
No more wishing on the Neverstar

"Go home, I'd be surprised
If you could find it with those eyes"
"Ah, go ahead and get hit by a bus"
It was the look in those eyes
When you said something like
"It's just us"

Tears streaming down my cheeks
"Just take me to Lansdowne Street
Fenway Park? Come on, it′s not like they keep it hid"
It was the look in your eyes
You said, "I′ll never party like
You did"

It was the look in your eyes
You said, "I'll never party like
You did"

Insomniacs of the world, good night
No more wishing on the Neverstar