Lyrics:

Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Matted ottoman is such
Sofa seated one too much

All along the range (Ri-da-da-da-dight)
All along the range (Ri-da-da-da-dight)
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight

Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you

Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Matted ottoman is such
Sofa seated one too much

All along the range (Ri-da-da-da-dight)
All along the range (Ri-da-da-da-dight)
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight

Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you

Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
Out and down
Hands stuck to the left and to the right
Cruciform
The horses just aren't gossip anymore

Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Matted ottoman is such
Sofa seated one too much

All along the range (Ri-da-da-da-dight)
All along the range (Ri-da-da-da-dight)
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight
Ri-da-da-da-dight

Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you
(Ri-da-da-da-dight)
Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you