Besedila: Eastern Conference Champions. Ameritown. Stutter.

A safety net for when you win
The gaudy map for where you've been
A pack of smokes for roads I'm heading
A promise that was never kept
. . . at all

The hand-me-down that never fit
I stretch the wall but never kept
the smell of home or how it felt
when you were gone and i was left

cause you know where you have to go
and these three will win if i know it
i know it you have to go

sometimes stuttering is all you can hide

so when you get to where you've gone
just drop a line so i will know
that it's not in vain and not precise but
a chance to leave that (was) never noticed

I know it you have to go and
these three will win if i know it
i know it you have to go

sometimes stuttering is all you can

hope for us or a machine
you made you're sock you
i fell through a tiny plastic cord
you have plugged into your head
to keep you warm from
the lack of oxygen

(Thanks to Matthias for these lyrics)