| Song | July Jones |
| Artist | The New Pornographers |
| Album | Electric Version |
| Come clean through the waves of debris. | |
| The mind's eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold. | |
| And get thee back to the old truth, | |
| July Jones, | |
| July Jones'cause baby thereís a lot we don't know. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Class war held your hand through your plans and not me, but stay free. | |
| Baby, there are worse things to be. | |
| So lay free in your faith beside me, but lay low, but lay low,'cause baby there's a lot we don't know. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Class war kissed your lips, left you stripped to your toes, and | |
| I knowthat baby it's so much to outgrow. | |
| So get thee back to the old truth, | |
| July Jones, | |
| July Jones'cause baby there's a lot we dont know. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? |
| Come clean through the waves of debris. | |
| The mind' s eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold. | |
| And get thee back to the old truth, | |
| July Jones, | |
| July Jones' cause baby thereí s a lot we don' t know. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Class war held your hand through your plans and not me, but stay free. | |
| Baby, there are worse things to be. | |
| So lay free in your faith beside me, but lay low, but lay low,' cause baby there' s a lot we don' t know. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Class war kissed your lips, left you stripped to your toes, and | |
| I knowthat baby it' s so much to outgrow. | |
| So get thee back to the old truth, | |
| July Jones, | |
| July Jones' cause baby there' s a lot we dont know. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| One of the greats, on the way, hold on. | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? | |
| Behind the daylight, who knew what it could feel like? |