| Song | Bermuda Highway |
| Artist | My Morning Jacket |
| Album | At Dawn |
| sometimes I walk around town looking at faces | |
| wonderin why their bodies go to silly places. | |
| Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills, | |
| your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway. | |
| Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams, | |
| fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall. | |
| Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement | |
| snoozing in cobwebs and the cement. | |
| Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame, | |
| maybe im to blame for his short bitter fucked up life. |