Gridlock Caravans
Written By: Ben Gibbard Recorded: Spring 2001
Lyrics

Starched white shirts so neatly pressed by domestic muses feed delusions that everything
is working out right. But your ribs can't withstand increasing weight as your heart gets
heavier and sooner or later it falls to the tips of your toes. And everyday tastes like
inhaling when you just lit the wrong end (that plastic burning scent). Your only friends
are on the exit ramps of gridlock caravans. You try to ask how they've been, but the
metal and glass is too thick.

Found On
The Photo Album (Vinyl) bark21LP
The Photo Album (Japanese Version) TFCK-87261
Notes

An outtake of sorts from the Photo Album, although it was released on vinyl and in Japan.