[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]
And the blind lead the blind in the dark trail winding
Turned eyed mimes find finds reminding us
That our compasses are inside, and a GPS is not required for this ride
We will be fine without our eyes closed tight
We will be fine with them open wide
Sit in the back or you can drive
Either way you'll get there in due time

[Bridge 1: Aesop Rock]
Sitting bitch, splitting head
Spinning through the zigging hedge
Back into the primal goop
That spit him on the blinking grid
Sipping on his eyeball soup
A pretty mess of I.O.U.'s
Quiet scars, science, art
Tiny parts and giant shoes

[Verse 2: Kimya Dawson]
Cause we all get to the end of life
And the best laid plans can change overnight
And the best made maps will need updates
As earthquakes shift tectonic plates
Clearcut topiary Braille animalia
Molemen navigate for sailors
Stars negate creative failures
Pants romance taken by tailors

[Bridge 2: Aesop Rock]
Holy Moses, Hokey Fright
Like ghosts into the strobing light
Rebels play the record once
Mothers pray the rosary twice
He knows uprooting, broken tuning
Poker, pool and okie noodling, Drinking blood and eating brains
Pissing colors free of names

[Verse 3: Kimya Dawson]
Great Danes serenade their jailers
Brittany spaniels speared by whalers
Whopper junior malted milk
Some earworms weave the softest silk
That we don't mind stuck in our heads
Like blankets handmade by our friends
Thermostat for the temporal lobe
Warm it up feel less alone

[Bridge 3: Aesop Rock]
Freezing cold and more afraid than normal folk on warmer days
For reasons we may never know
Or know but never chlorinate
A quarter for the closest gorf
20 on his bowling score
Distracted to the point of accident is what we're going for

[Verse 4: Kimya Dawson]
With a lalala and a zigga zigga zow
Harvest corn crops, big toe plow
Can there be a babe without a Paul Bunyan?
Wizards crave wasabi funyuns
I'll hug bobb'ys hugging tree while landfills fill with huggie jeans
I'm a hoarder hoarding jeggings, stuffed doggies, books and craft-makings

[Bridge 4: Aesop Rock]
When home is mostly gross behavior, stolen mail and nosey neighbors
Earthlings in a metal crate, Accelerate with poker faces
Focused on if they woke up in the time for lobby omelets
Then its a pile into the rocket, destination delta quadrant
Like, "pchew!"

[Verse 5: Kimya Dawson]
Safety Scissors cut through leather, melted butter, gently severed
Tether clipped
Start to breathe
Undone dishes self release

[Outro: Aesop Rock]
This is the collective voice of animals and misfit toys intruding
I'm kidding it's me, what are you doing?