at plausible deniability

Don't touch that dial
We're in denial
Until the showcase trial on TV

Here we go, vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news
Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalklines
Tough talking hood boys in pro team logo knockoff's
Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity

Don't change that station
It's a gangsta nation
Now crime's in syndication on TV

What a show! Vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Touch and go in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo

Some kind of drama live on satellite
Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
Nail biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets
Clutching at the straws of respectability

Can't do the time?
Don't do the crime
And wind up in the perp walk on TV

Here we go, vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo

Here we go in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Test for echo



Driven

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fool's paradise

It's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves

But it's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

Driven in, driven to the edge
Driven out on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off by things I've never seen
Driven on by the road to somewhere I've never been

But it's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on

But it's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole



Half the world

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway

Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes

Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does

Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away

Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns

Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half

Half of us divided
Like a torn up photograph
Half of us are trying
To reach the other half

Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away

Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes

Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half



The color of right

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

I don't have an explanation
For another lonely night
I just feel this sense of mission
And the sense of what is right

Take it easy on me now
I'd be there if I could
I'm so full of what is right
I can't see what is good

It's a hopeless situation
Lie awake for half the night
You're not sure what's going on here
But you're sure it isn't right

Make it easy on yourself
There's nothing more you can do
You're so full of what is right
You can't see what is true

A quality of justice
A quantity of light
A particle of mercy
Makes the color of right

Gravity and distance
Change the passage of light
Gravity and distance
Change the color of right



Time and motion

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Time and motion, wind and sun and rain
Days connect like boxcars in a train
Fill them up with precious cargo
Squeeze in all that you can find

Spontaneous elation
And the long enduring kind
Spontaneous elation
And the long enduring kind

Time and motion, flesh and blood and fire
Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire
Spin a thread of precious contact
Squeeze in all that you can find

Spontaneous relations
And the long enduring kind
Spontaneous relations
And the long enduring kind

The mighty ocean dances with the moon
The silent forest echoes with the loon
The mighty ocean dances with the moon
The silent forest echoes with the loon

Time and motion, live and love and dream
Eyes connect like interstellar beams
Superman in supernature
Needs all the comfort he can find

Spontaneous emotion
And the long enduring kind
Spontaneous emotion
And the long enduring kind



Totem

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

I've got twelve disciples
And a Buddha smile
Garden of Allah, viking valhalla
A miracle once in a while

I've got a pantheon of animals
In a pagan soul
Vishnu and Gaia, Aztec and Maya
Dance around my totem pole

Totem pole

I believe in what I see
I believe in what I hear
I believe that what I'm feeling
Changes how the world appears

Angels and demons dancing in my head
Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
Media messiahs preying on my fears
Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

I've got celestial mechanics
To synchronize my stars
Seasonal migrations, daily variations
World of the unlikely and bizarre

I've got idols and icons
Unspoken holy vows
Thoughts to keep well hidden, sacred and forbidden
Free to browse among the holy cows

That's why I believe

I believe in what I see
I believe in what I hear
I believe that what I'm feeling
Changes how the world appears

Angels and demons dancing in my head
Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
Media messiahs preying on my fears
Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

Angels and demons inside of me
Saviors and satans all around me
Angels and demons inside of me
Saviors and satans all around me

I believe in what I see
I believe in what I hear
I believe that what I'm feeling
Changes how the world appears

Angels and demons dancing in my head
Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
Media messiahs preying on my fears
Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me



Dog years

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

It seems to me
As we make our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one

Dog years - it's the season of the itch
Dog years - with every scratch it reappears

In the dog days
People look to Sirius
Dogs cry for the moon
But these connections are mysterious

It seems to me
While it's true that every dog will have his day
When all the bones are buried
There is barely time to go outside and play

Dog years - it's the season of the itch
Dog years - with every scratch it reappears
Dog years - for every sad son of a bitch
Dog years - with his tail between his ears

I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time

Than be living in these dog years
Living in these dog years

In a dog's brain
A constant buzz of low level static
One sniff at the hydrant
And the answer is automatic

It seems to me
As well make our own few circles 'round the block
We've lost our senses
For the higher level static of talk

Dog years - for every sad son of a bitch
Dog years - with his tail between his ears



Virtuality

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea
Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship fantasy
I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land
I can see the footprints in the virtual sand

Net boy, net girl
Send your signal 'round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk
And set you free

Net boy, net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the cyber sea

Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space
Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race
I can save the universe in a grain of sand
I can hold the future in my virtual hand

Net boy, net girl
Send your signal 'round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk
And set you free

Net boy, net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the cyber sea

Let's dance tonight to a virtual song
Press this key and you can play along
Let's fly tonight on our virtual wings
Press this key to see amazing things

Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains
Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain
I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips
I can feel the voltage from her fingertips

Net boy, net girl
Send your heartbeat round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk
And set you free

Net boy, net girl
Send your impulse 'round the world
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the cyber sea



Resist

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to co exist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can't explain

I can learn to resist
Anything but frustration
I can learn to persist
With anything but aiming low

I can learn to close my eyes
To anything but injustice
I can learn to get along
With all the things I don't know

You can surrender
Without a prayer
But never really pray
Pray without surrender

You can fight
Without ever winning
But never ever win
Win without a fight

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to co exist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can't explain



Limbo

(Lee/Lifeson)

Instrumental track



Carve away the stone

(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)

You can roll that stone to the top of the hill
Drag your ball and chain behind you
You can carry that weight with an iron will
Or let the pain remain behind you

Chip away the stone, Sisyphus
Chip away the stone
Make the burden lighter
If you must roll that rock alone

Chip away the stone, Sisyphus
Chip away the stone
Make the burden lighter
If you must roll that rock alone

You can drive those wheels to the end of the road
You will still find the past right behind you
Try to deny the weight of the load
Try to put the sins of the past night behind you

Carve away the stone, Sisyhpus
Carve away the stone
Make a graven image
With some features of your own

Carve away the stone, Sisyhpus
Carve away the stone
Make a graven image
With some features of your own

You call roll the stone to the top of the hill
You can carry that weight with an iron will
You can drive those wheels to the end of the road
You can try to deny the weight of the load

Roll away the stone, Sisyhpus
Roll away the stone
If you could just move yours
I could get working on my own

Roll away the stone, Sisyhpus
Roll away the stone
If you could just move yours
I could get working on my own