Woorden:
Dispatch Gut The Van Live

Old man river said, "You can go your own way If you just leave him alone 'cause your man's out" Do not deliver all your things today We are going home

Would you be the wind to blow me home? Would you be a dream on the wings of a poem? And if we were walking through a cloud Well, you know I'd be proud

I stick loneliness, your lips And the two coins of your eyes Into my pickets, yeah, hey Well, the train skates into Port Henry Late Sunday, alright Sometimes