Besedila: Cracker. Kerosene Hat. Nostalgia.

And here's Ivanovich, in his rocket ship
Spinning helplessly up above the earth
A while his heart is splintered
All the girls of winter are buried in their coats anonymous

While winter girls are waiting Ivanovich in high rotation
He's just another star up in the sky
A while the world was waiting we're overwhelmed by some sensation
Something long ago and far away

Like General Jackson's arm, it's buried on some farm
While the fever pushes words from his lips
And by the drunken river where the soldiers shiver
We rest beneath the shade of the trees

While winter girls are saying each of us a tiny nation
You're just another star but so am I
A while the world was waiting we're overwhelmed by some sensation
Something long ago and far away