| Song | Going To Bangor |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Bitter Melon Farm |
| The ocean wind cold on our lips | |
| Wild fern growing, sinking ships | |
| All the signs are easy to read | |
| In the morning you come my way | |
| Your skin is pink, the sky is gray | |
| There's fresh cranberries in your mouth | |
| With thick red water dripping out | |
| You expect me to believe everything you say | |
| Well, okay |