Hot Mic - The Tragically Hip

Written by：Gordon Edgar Downie/Rob Baker/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair

I am the hot mic

I pick up asides of the modern tyrant

Laws of the shadows colours of justice

I don't know what it meant

How patriotism is now enough and it's powerful stuff

Can we get it quiet enough in here

I can hear god the cat's paws cross the keys

Or the wish tomorrow is

But a whisper from your lips and

I fall to my knees

I am the hot mic the war room is dead janitors move in

Talking of their dark doors their enchanted paths

I don't know what they meant

How with something to fall back on yea people usually do

Hit the lights

Kill the room

Can we get it quiet enough in here

I can hear god cat paws along the keys

And the wish tomorrow is

But a whisper from your lips and

I fall to my knees

I'm not afraid of convincingness

I'm just uncertain for sure

I'm in awe of no one

I'm made for this

Teach me what to want

I am the hot mic

I pick up asides of dawn the tyrant

He's coming from the shadows feeling being seen

I don't know what he meant

I don't guess

I listen it's more than enough

It's powerful stuff

Can we get it quiet enough in here

So I can hear god a cat walk cross the keys

And hit notes so lonely it's one whisper from your lips

And I fall to my knees

I'm not afraid of convincingness

I'm just uncertain for sure

I'm in awe of no one

I'm made for this

Teach me what to want

And though

I'm not yet earnest enough

Not unblinkingly sincere

I'm over here

I overhear you

I overhear you

And I always hear you

And I always hear you