I stick loneliness, your lips and the two coins of your eyes into my pockets well the train skates into 
Port Henry late sunday sometimes when 
I'm riding high feeling fine you know there's something troubling my mind so 
I reach into my pocket for some small change 
I reach into my pocket for some small change 
I want bones like iron blood like mercury so 
I can tell you when 
I'm rising and 
I'm sinking in chorus we're gonna take it to the people hey let's drink from the cup share some luck go ahead and laugh cause it don't cost much 
I stick loneliness, your lips and the two coins of your eyes into my pockets