| Song | Fresh Cherries in Trinidad |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | The Hound Chronicles and Hot Garden Stomp |
| when I woke up on saturday and you came in | |
| you brought the sunlight in | |
| I felt sleep slipping away from me | |
| I feel things occasionally like this | |
| fresh cherries | |
| hanging from your fingers | |
| when the water on the window let the sunlight through | |
| and I got a good look at you | |
| standing above me bright and tall | |
| there are no words for it | |
| there are no words at all | |
| I saw | |
| fresh cherries | |
| hanging from your fingers |