Vapour Trails
The Tragically Hip Lyrics


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Titillation's been replaced
By interstate, brick face and Coffee-Mate
And by a list of phone calls
You'll like to make
Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there
Go wherever you choose

Just rig up a complication
And if it derails
You can throw away the rudder
And float away like vapour trails

There's nothing funnier than pride
In an utterly confident stride
So I pulled the car on over
To give you a ride
Damn this sleepy weather he said
As he marched in sopping wet shoes
Through rain pools evaporating
He says in this sign I'll conquer you

I pulled the car on over
To give you a ride
But there's nothing uglier
Than a man hitting his stride

Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts
Leaning over their hoes
Now the morning's over
It's time to let them sprinklers hose

Past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms
And fields of muscle quilted to the bone
Right now I'm flying over
Yeah, right now I'm flying home
Where I can sit on the end of my bed
And I can stare into my own shoes
And in the pools of light years
Go wherever I choose

And throw away the rudder
And float away on vapour trails
(Mexicans dressed in beige shirts)
I rigged up a complication (leaning over their hoes)
Totally derailed
So I throw away the rudder
Float away like vapour trails (now the morning's over)
I pulled the car on over
(It's time to let them sprinklers hose)

Throw away the rudder
Throw away the rudder
Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail)
Throw away the rudder
Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail)




Throw away the rudder
Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail)

Overall Meaning

The song "Vapour Trails" by The Tragically Hip is a poignant and introspective piece about the monotony and emptiness of modern life. The opening lines suggest that the excitement and allure of life has been replaced by mundane and superficial things such as interstates, brick buildings, and instant coffee. The list of phone calls that one likes to make suggests that even our human interactions have become perfunctory and scripted.


The imagery of sitting on the edge of one's bed and staring into one's own shoes creates a sense of solipsism and introspection, as if one is disconnected from the outside world. The idea of rigging up a complication suggests that we create our own problems in order to add some excitement to our lives, but the consequences can be destructive. However, the singer seems to suggest that sometimes it's worth it to throw away the rudder and float away like vapor trails, even if it means losing control.


The final stanza offers a moment of respite from the chaos of modern life as the singer flies over the countryside, observing the world from a distance. The hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms and fields of muscle quilted to the bone suggest the laboriousness of life, but also its beauty. The final repetition of "throw away the rudder, throw away the rudder, throw away the rudder" suggests that we need to let go of our need for control and just let life take us where it will.


Line by Line Meaning

Titillation's been replaced By interstate, brick face and Coffee-Mate And by a list of phone calls You'll like to make Where you could sit on the edge of your bed And you could stare into your own shoes And in the pools of light there Go wherever you choose
Gone are the exciting days of adventure, now replaced by mundane familiarity. Even our conversations are scripted and predictable. We sit idly, lost in thought, and let the light take us wherever we want.


Just rig up a complication And if it derails You can throw away the rudder And float away like vapour trails
If life feels too mundane, we can just add some drama, invite disaster and ignore the consequences. We can let ourselves be carried by the wind and escape from our issues like out-of-control steam.


There's nothing funnier than pride In an utterly confident stride So I pulled the car on over To give you a ride Damn this sleepy weather he said As he marched in sopping wet shoes Through rain pools evaporating He says in this sign I'll conquer you I pulled the car on over To give you a ride But there's nothing uglier Than a man hitting his stride
We often deceive ourselves into thinking that we're better than others but those same qualities result in an arrogance that ultimately keeps others at bay. Even with a confident stride we cannot hide the ugly truth about ourselves that eventually surfaces to remind us of our smallness.


Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts Leaning over their hoes Now the morning's over It's time to let them sprinklers hose Past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms And fields of muscle quilted to the bone Right now I'm flying over Yeah, right now I'm flying home Where I can sit on the end of my bed And I can stare into my own shoes And in the pools of light years Go wherever I choose
As I travel, I see people going about their day-to-day lives in humble circumstances. It's time for them to unwind and relax while the sprinklers mist their crops. Away from all that, as I fly home, I'm reminded that I have the power to be whomever I want and do anything I want as long as I am under the light.


And throw away the rudder And float away on vapour trails (Mexicans dressed in beige shirts) I rigged up a complication (leaning over their hoes) Totally derailed So I throw away the rudder Float away like vapour trails (now the morning's over) I pulled the car on over (It's time to let them sprinklers hose) Throw away the rudder Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) Throw away the rudder Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) Throw away the rudder Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail)
The repeated message is to let life carry us along with no specific direction or purpose. Float like steam and let the wind take you wherever it goes. Ignore the need for a set direction in life and let the opportunities of today guide you like the wind.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Robert Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Joseph Langlois, Robert Gordon Sinclair

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