| Song | Silver Jet |
| Artist | The Tragically Hip |
| Album | 2004-07-01 Molson Amphiteater, Toronto |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight | |
| Just the, I need you and here's whys | |
| Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there's a heron outside | |
| Inviolate light, there's an urge to go | |
| A shadow, a heightened air of peril | |
| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
| I think, to myself "I don't really know my heart†| |
| And as you whisper 'me too' | |
| Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne | |
| All everglade and gray sheers | |
| Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off | |
| All the way to Cape Spear | |
| It's quiet again when a car like Big Ben | |
| Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans | |
| Let us now praise famous men | |
| To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and | |
| Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too | |
| As if the wolves of North humberland themselves | |
| Were rumored to be en route, | |
| Silver jet, way overhead | |
| Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| With your I need you and here's why, flying to the next part | |
| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
| I'm thinking, to myself, 'packing is a secret heart' | |
| And as you whisper, 'me too' | |
| Silver jet roars overhead | |
| Silver jet, flying to the next part | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| Silver jet, a satellite, a green star | |
| Silver jet, way overhead | |
| Silver jet, everglade gray sheers | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |
| There' s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight | |
| Just the, I need you and here' s whys | |
| Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there' s a heron outside | |
| Inviolate light, there' s an urge to go | |
| A shadow, a heightened air of peril | |
| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
| I think, to myself " I don' t really know my heart | |
| And as you whisper ' me too' | |
| Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne | |
| All everglade and gray sheers | |
| Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off | |
| All the way to Cape Spear | |
| It' s quiet again when a car like Big Ben | |
| Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans | |
| Let us now praise famous men | |
| To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and | |
| Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too | |
| As if the wolves of North humberland themselves | |
| Were rumored to be en route, | |
| Silver jet, way overhead | |
| Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| With your I need you and here' s why, flying to the next part | |
| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
| I' m thinking, to myself, ' packing is a secret heart' | |
| And as you whisper, ' me too' | |
| Silver jet roars overhead | |
| Silver jet, flying to the next part | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| Silver jet, a satellite, a green star | |
| Silver jet, way overhead | |
| Silver jet, everglade gray sheers | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |
| There' s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight | |
| Just the, I need you and here' s whys | |
| Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there' s a heron outside | |
| Inviolate light, there' s an urge to go | |
| A shadow, a heightened air of peril | |
| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
| I think, to myself " I don' t really know my heart | |
| And as you whisper ' me too' | |
| Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne | |
| All everglade and gray sheers | |
| Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off | |
| All the way to Cape Spear | |
| It' s quiet again when a car like Big Ben | |
| Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans | |
| Let us now praise famous men | |
| To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and | |
| Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too | |
| As if the wolves of North humberland themselves | |
| Were rumored to be en route, | |
| Silver jet, way overhead | |
| Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| With your I need you and here' s why, flying to the next part | |
| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
| I' m thinking, to myself, ' packing is a secret heart' | |
| And as you whisper, ' me too' | |
| Silver jet roars overhead | |
| Silver jet, flying to the next part | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| Silver jet, a satellite, a green star | |
| Silver jet, way overhead | |
| Silver jet, everglade gray sheers | |
| Silver jet, so far off already | |
| Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |