Sunken Treasure (Live) Wilco

There's rows and rows of houses with windows painted blue
With the light from a TV running parallel to you
But there is no sunken treasure rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink

I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you
If I had a mountain, I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat, you know I'd probably roll over
And I leave it on the shore, I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody who needs it more than me
I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you

All the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return
All the fires we burn, all will return
Music is my savior and I was maimed by rock and roll
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was tamed by rock and roll
I got my name from rock and roll