Lyrics:
Widespread Panic Earth To America

Crazy On a train from Paris to Amersterdam Windows frame a blurred countryside Becoming a bit absent minded A touch of madness aside A brush with madness

We are the good people your friends told you all about Sure it is, to watch it is, the night before the rising sun Barefoot, ships in the sea, I'll give

Seen your sister naked Ain't nothin? I tried to see I just seen somebody pool there Ain't nothin? I tried to see Well, I hope it's not hunt day And I

This is the season These are the waking days Throw off your wet sheets Step into the soft parade Hollowed and glisten Like sweat on a moving train Baby

One of these days my back won't bend My fingers might hurt swollen Live another day, get lucky that way Sound of thunder when the gods go bowling Lucky