Songtexte: Ghost Mice. Spain.

At the end of the street there is a statue of Christopher Columbus
He's got his arms up in the air and he's pointing us towards home
There's people selling pigeons and they're selling squirrels for pets
There's a tiny toy piano being played by a toad
And there's parrots in the trees and the beach is blue and green
And the hills are think with plants that we've never seen
We sat on that bench together
It is the worlds largest
Bright mosaic tiles crafted by some great dead artist
All of this is nice and all of this great
But the tell the truth I'm thinking about Bloomington today
Yes, all of this is nice, yes all of this is great,
To be honest all I can think about is Bloomington today!