Lyrics ….And We Are The Trews - The Trews

….And We Are The Trews

There’s a song, I’ve been trying to sing
There’s a song, somewhere I’m dying to sing
Words for the ages, I’ve crossed that line
Fear of blank pages, I’ve crossed that line
Singing my heart out, I’ve crossed that line
Rock’n roll burn out, I’ve crossed that line
I have arrived, 20 hour drive
Some days the mission seems to be just to survive
I have arrived, barely alive
But my physical condition set aside
Here’s to you, and all you do
And all the many ways you helped to pull me through
And here’s to me and what will be
Qué será qué será;
c’est la vie
Everything will be alright, but it’s gonna take time
Every now and then the blind’s gotta lead the sublime
Trucks stops, gas stations, I’ve crossed that line
States of frustration I’ve crossed that line
Been different places, I’ve crossed that line
Many different places, I’ve crossed that line
I have arrived, 20hr drive,
some days the mission seems to be just to survive
I have arrived, barely alive
But my physical condition set aside
Here’s to you, and all you do
And all the many ways you helped to pull me through
And here’s to us, back on the bus
I’ve got the cash, gotta dash, thank you so much
Searching for answers, I’ve crossed that line
Exotic dancers, I’ve crossed that line
Here’s to you and here’s to me
and here’s to Tim Chaisson and Daniel Wesley
Here’s to Big Sugar and 54−40
Here’s to Trooper and the Hip and Geddy Lee
I Mother Earth, Our Lady Peace
Here’s to the Watchmen and the Headstone;
Tea Party.
Here’s to BTO and Honeymoon Suite,
Bare Naked Ladies and the Broken Social Scene
Here’s to Stompin' Tom and gay ol' K.D.,
Ronnie Hawkins and Red Ride, Jim Cuddy.
Here’s to Wide Mouth Mason and that wrecked Thornley
Sam Roberts Band, Matty Mays, Ryan’s Fancy.
Eric Lapointe et Rock Voisine;
Jean Leloup;
Les Respectables;
n’est pas Celine
Here’s to Sloan and the Emergency
Ryan Hinds, April Wine and Great Big Sea
Doug from the Slugs and Jeff Healey,
Frank is dead from Teenage Head RIP
From the Commodore to the old Marquee
And every guy, from every band who’s named Gordie
And we are the…