Come the ultra mundane of another life

You know it by the trail of the nervousness

Your memories compress, your senses are sly

And portions of your shadowiness on, on your everyday nights

Into northern lights

Pour it all at their service



Start beginning by beginning

It's time, it's time, it's time

A new tradition, a new beginning

It's time, it's time, it's time



It's time to make it inside with a wristband, alright

To see Etobicoke coyotes

To get pretend scars, to see like a pair

To feel as welcome as a sneeze in a motorcycle helmet





Feel the ultra mundane of another life

A poet in the service



Start beginning, new traditions

It's time, it's time, it's time

The demolition is beginning

It's time, it's time, it's time

They're underpinning the tradition

It's time, it's time, it's time

No perdition in the beginning

It's time, it's time



But there's no time to ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean?"

You looked at me like I was eating runny eggs in slow motion

Maybe, maybe I saw you soften, baby

When your angst had me over your shoulder

Your beleaguered old lady



Start beginning, a new tradition

It's time, it's time, it's time

No tradition of dereliction

It's time, it's time, it's time

No conditions, no sedition

It's time, it's time, it's time

A new beginning, a new tradition



And at the end I'll burn so unkind

You might ask, "Hey, whatcha building? Another ocean? Another ocean?"