| You've been so long | |
| Your blind eyes are gone | |
| Your old bones are on their own | |
| So take off your coat | |
| Put a song in your throat | |
| Let the dead-beats pound all around | |
| We will go | |
| Nowhere we know | |
| We don't have to talk at all | |
| Hand me downs | |
| Flypaper towns | |
| Stuck together | |
| One and all | |
| The bargains you drive | |
| Buckets and bags | |
| And all your belongings | |
| Your train's in the sand | |
| Ramshackle land | |
| Let the rats watch the races | |
| We will go | |
| Nowhere we know | |
| 'Til we find our one and all | |
| Hand me downs | |
| Flypaper towns | |
| Stuck together | |
| One and all | |
| Praises get spent | |
| Your trick face is bent | |
| Pigsties and prizes | |
| 'Cause there's no kind of 'well' | |
| You're suiting yourself | |
| You leave yourself behind | |
| We will go | |
| Nowhere we know | |
| 'Til we find our one and all | |
| Your hand me downs | |
| Flypaper towns | |
| Stuck together | |
| One and all |