Tragically Hip - My music at work

Everyt^Ehing is bleak It's the mi^Bddle of the night. You're a^All alone and the dumm^Eies might be right. You feel ^Blike a jerk. My m^Ausic at work. My m^Eusic at work.

Avoid ^Etrends and clichés. Don't try ^Bto be up to date. And ^Awhen the sunlight hits the olive oil, don't he^Esitate. ^BThe night's ^Aso long it hurts My mus^Eic at work.

In a symbol too ^Afar or the a^Bnatomy of a stain; to determin^Ae where you are, in a sin^Bk full of Ganges, I'd remain - ^ANo matt^Ber what you heard in my ^Amusic at work. My m^Busic at work. My m^Eusic at work.

I call i^Et 'Olga waits; The Clo^Bud That Entertains The ^ADim Possibility of Showing Some Restraint.' ^BThe rain came down berserk. ^AMy music at work. ^EMy music at work.

On a sta^Ar beyond the chart or the dar^Bk side of a drop of rain. Determinin^Ag where you are, in a s^Bink full ^Aof Ganges, I remain - No mat^Bter what you heard My m^Ausic at work. My m^Busic at work. My m^Eusic at work.

Everyt^Ehing is bleak It's the mi^Bddle of the night. You'^Are all alon^Ee and the dummies might be right. You feel ^Blike a jerk. My m^Ausic at work. My m^Eusic at work.

Hey ^Afallen hummingbird, my m^Eusic at work. From the^B middle of the earth, my m^Eusic at work. Bound fo^Ar bed without dessert, my m^Eusic at work. My m^Ausic at work. My m^Eusic at work.