Rotterdam - The Jayhawks

From the mountains to the prairies, little babies

Everybody swims

Right inside of him

As the clouds of my devotion cry upon me

Yellow-paneled walls

Ocre-colored stalls

Listen to the tram as it makes a sound

When’s the right girl gonna come along?

Dark and light and brittle break the light

Truth begins to smile, look me in the eyes

From the train in Manchester, England, the wheels scrape lightly

Colored by the beverages

Balance out the averages

It’s tired bird that swims across the ocean

Curvatures of rain

Bottomed out too late

Listen to the tram as it makes a sound

When’s the right girl gonna come along?

Dark and light and brittle break the light

Truth begins to smile, look me in the eyes

Everybody calls when you make the rounds

Everybody knows when you come to town

Following the white and the nausea

From the train in Manchester, England

Lightning fills the sky

As I see you wave goodbye

From the mountains to the prairies, little babies

Everybody swims

Right inside of him

Listen to the tram as it makes a sound

When’s the right girl gonna come along?

Dark and light and brittle break the light

Truth begins to smile, look me in the eyes

Everybody calls when you make the rounds

Everybody knows when you come to town

Following the white and the nausea