There's no common goal
There's no moral action
There's no modern age
From which to run away

There's no grace in love
With a new projection
There's no sky above
For you to cry into

We can't help you
Find a place too

Well I wish for once
You would just stop coping
Every night and day
Tell me what to say

You were over ripe
You would never open
You were just a stripe
On the gay crusade

We can't help you
Find a place to lay

La, lalala, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, lalala, la, la, la, la, la, la

She was always one
She can let it through now
She can kill me, cool
Welcome to the ruse

Well, I've seen the storm
It is off your shoulder
Party in the cage
Blow us all away

We can't help you
Find a place too

We can't help you
Find a place to lay
La, lalala, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, lalala, la, la, la, la, la, la

Composição: Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks