| Song | Glow Worm |
| Artist | The Handsome Family |
| Album | Wilderness |
| Up the snowy spires | |
| Where the air is thick as glass | |
| Once a year the cold mist clears | |
| You can see inside the earth | |
| High in that crystal palace | |
| I’ve built a sailing ship | |
| Mastered wheel of polished brass | |
| Sails of gold and silk | |
| I pyte the engine steam | |
| I set for long citations | |
| I consulted dusty maps | |
| Said careful, care the glaciers | |
| Never in, we’re never in | |
| Hearing through my scope | |
| I sail deep into the hollows | |
| Deep inside the earth | |
| I travelled a boiling river | |
| Through streams of mercury | |
| Under these volcanoes | |
| And the roots of ancient trees | |
| Underneath stalactites | |
| I lit phosphorous lamps | |
| Sparks snapped into the air | |
| And coiled up the mist | |
| I watched enormous birds | |
| Diving through the slate | |
| As I stood upon the ground | |
| In my oil skin cap and cape | |
| At last, my anchor caught | |
| And echoed through the stone | |
| As I climbed and old broke ladder | |
| Pile through the globe | |
| And up above I saw it | |
| A glow worm’s little light | |
| And I reached out and caught it | |
| In the center of the night | |
| Tightly in my fist | |
| I held that glowing worm | |
| Deep down in the hollows | |
| I held the center of the world |
| Up the snowy spires | |
| Where the air is thick as glass | |
| Once a year the cold mist clears | |
| You can see inside the earth | |
| High in that crystal palace | |
| I' ve built a sailing ship | |
| Mastered wheel of polished brass | |
| Sails of gold and silk | |
| I pyte the engine steam | |
| I set for long citations | |
| I consulted dusty maps | |
| Said careful, care the glaciers | |
| Never in, we' re never in | |
| Hearing through my scope | |
| I sail deep into the hollows | |
| Deep inside the earth | |
| I travelled a boiling river | |
| Through streams of mercury | |
| Under these volcanoes | |
| And the roots of ancient trees | |
| Underneath stalactites | |
| I lit phosphorous lamps | |
| Sparks snapped into the air | |
| And coiled up the mist | |
| I watched enormous birds | |
| Diving through the slate | |
| As I stood upon the ground | |
| In my oil skin cap and cape | |
| At last, my anchor caught | |
| And echoed through the stone | |
| As I climbed and old broke ladder | |
| Pile through the globe | |
| And up above I saw it | |
| A glow worm' s little light | |
| And I reached out and caught it | |
| In the center of the night | |
| Tightly in my fist | |
| I held that glowing worm | |
| Deep down in the hollows | |
| I held the center of the world |