salty / sweet - Trace Mountains

To fill this black river, to float on in disguise

I don’t know those guys

Guess I’m the boring type

But the truth is that I can’t dig it

When everyone I meet

Same asshole I met last week

I noticed I don’t dream

Even thunder storms or pretty things

It’s just tape deck hiss and trampolines

Cindy skips my mountain peak

And I must sing for her return to somewhere sweet and clean

And tell her what I mean

Cook something salty sweet

Bring back familiar taste in the library

A leaky nose and swingy hips

Heavy breathing gives me chapped lips

Cindy, won’t you stay a while?

I’ll dig you up computer piles

Cook dinner, try to make you smile

But there is nothing about me now

No mountain peak, no hidden lake