Lyrics Sunken Treasure - Live at The Pageant, St. Louis, MO 7/23/02 - 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

If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat
I'd probably roll over

And I leave it on the shore
Leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody
Who needs it more than me

I'm so
I am so out of tune
I am so
Out of tune with you

And all the leaves we'll burn
In autumn fires and then return
And all the fires we burn
And all will return

Music is my savior
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was maimed by rock and roll

I was tamed by rock and roll
Got my name from rock and roll
Saved with rock and roll

This is the song of the "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" again
And it might be classified as snoozing