Lyrics

All the money goes to a traveling way There's little shock in a cabin train Going overground through the I have knowns Never nothing new Eastern Green, navigation's clear Warm thing, thicker and see through There are maps on the wall Geographic claims with no chart of wind For the wide wide plains Silver shuttle steam shuffling across Shaking off a root Eastern Green, feels me all the time Something looking right through me Eastern Green, feels me all the time Something looking right through me Something looking right through me Someone's looking right through