| Song | Green Aisles |
| Artist | Real Estate |
| Album | Green Aisles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Under dormant trees | |
| Under bright lit skies | |
| Mountains of maple leaves | |
| Standing side by side | |
| The phone lines | |
| The street lights | |
| Led me to you | |
| And if you | |
| Just sit tight | |
| I'll be there soon | |
| All those wasted miles | |
| All those aimless drives | |
| Through green aisles | |
| Our careless life style | |
| It was not so unwise | |
| No I rode right pass | |
| The train tracks on | |
| Ancient as the stone | |
| Blacked out on a bicycle | |
| I made my way back home | |
| The houses were humming | |
| All through the night | |
| And winter was coming | |
| But that was alright | |
| All those wasted miles | |
| All those aimless drives | |
| Through green aisles | |
| Our careless life style | |
| It was not so unwise | |
| No The phone lines | |
| The street lights | |
| Led me to you | |
| And if you | |
| Just sit tight | |
| I'll be there soon | |
| All those wasted miles | |
| All those aimless drives | |
| Through green aisles | |
| Our careless life style | |
| It was not so unwise | |
| No |