מילים לשיר Transport Is Arranged – Pavement

You better find a way out
You better learn how to run
You better walk away
And leave the angles to the shills
Well I've been thinking for days
About the means and the ways
I could hate all I touch
I know you're my lady
Wise to trickle numb to flood
A voice coach taught me to sing
He couldn't teach me to love
All the above
Easy talking border blocking
Praise the grammar police Transport is arranged
Set me up with your niece
Walk to Baltimore
I'm of several minds
And keep the language off the streets
I am the worst of my kind
I know you're my lady
I want to cremate the crutch
The surgeons warning
Pillars of eights
Phone calls could corrupt the morning heed
I swung the fiery sword
I vent my spleen at the lord
He is abstract and bored
Too much milk and honey
I walzed through the wilderness
With nothing but a compass and a canteen
Easy talking border blocking
Setting the scene
Transport is arranged.