| Song | Whole Wide World |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Sweden |
| The last of the repercussions died off real slow | |
| The sky was still and the cold sun sank down beneath the snow | |
| I hung by my hand from the tree outside | |
| And I looked the whole wide world | |
| The voices came quietly, I shut them down | |
| A tricky young southerly wind came at me with its high whistling sound | |
| I turned around to face it with real arrogance burning inside | |
| And I drank in the whole wide world |