1.Punch Drunk
way in overhead
caught off guard by the gutter
everybody's spending his time
just building and making
someday someone will say, for what
nine to five in a blind alley
equals three sheets to the wind
can't remember when it started
don't know where that it ends
and there's never a dull day
when you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlinesthe front page hope is missing
working away on a rebuilt freeway
straight away from the slash and burn cities
hindsight is there
on a roadsign pointed nowhere
no one gets off here
no way to slow down
there's peace of mind somewhere
for every someone that never thinks about it
and there's never a dull day
when you're beaten by nonfiction
God still reads the headlineswe're all listening
for every drop of sweat that it takes
to speak out in wonder
never knowing how or when to duck next
just sitting here punch drunk, all the wiser
2.Nothing
Lyricist：Jay Farrar, Mike Heidorn, Jeff Tweedy
Been traveling around some
Crossing people's paths
Some they stand right in your way
Others like to watch you pass
Been trying to memorize
All the different lies
That people must tell themselves
Each night to justify their lives
Don't call it nothing
This might be all we'll ever have
Held myself for ransom
Wandered so blind
I found roads less traveled
To take you off my mind
And I told myself I know
Everything I do
I'm just looking for something
To lead me away from you
Don't call it nothing
This might be all we'll ever have
I know it's not enough
To make it sound like more
So I swear if there's a God
To make him sleep on the floor
Been traveling around some
Crossing people's paths
Some they stand right in your way
Others like to watch you pass
Don't call it nothing
This might be all we'll ever have
I'll ever have, ever have
3.Gun
Lyricist：Jay Farrar, Mike Heidorn, Jeff Tweedy
Falling out the window
Tripping on a wrinkle in the rug
Falling out of love, dear
It hurt much worse when you gave up
Just don't tell me which way I oughta run
Or what good I could do anyone
'Cause my heart, it was a gun
But it's unloaded now so don't bother
Climbing up the ladder
Breaking my shin on the very first rung
Waking up the neighbors
It's all right, they understand they're just as dumb
And they don't tell me which way I oughta run
Or what good I could do anyone
'Cause my heart, it was a gun
But it's unloaded now, so don't bother me now, don't bother
Crawling back to you now
I sold my guitar to the girl next door
She asked me if I knew how
I told her 'I don't think so anymore'
Don't tell me which way I oughta run
What good could I do anyone
'Cause my heart, it was a gun
But it's unloaded now so don't bother
| 
