Lyrics: Brooke Fraser. Flags. Jack Kerouac.

He got the droop of a fatherless child
Almost imperceptible
One can't see it with the naked eye
Oh, but I can

That cardboard lady in the corner store
Her sparkle is all painted on
Six no good men took all her shine and more
Left her youth near Sausalito

Oh, it's humorless and comical at once
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
Oh, it's humorless

They look me over, one up and one down
I can tell they're wondering who my people are
I say I'm new in town
I know it's gonna take a while

Oh, it's humorless and comical at once
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
Oh it's humorless, oh it's humorless

I speculate and browse the Duraflame
Winter in the west coast cool
Out by the sea where no one knows my name

I'm on the road like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac

Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac