The Mist
The Saxophones
The mist is on the ridge again
Like I saw it in my dream
The trees all try to speak to me
Just go away
I hear them say
Hawk in the sky
Doesn't even wonder why
Does he even know
How hard I try?
The smoke is on the ridge again
I can see it in your eyes
Nothing left to do
Just kiss the firemen
Goodbye
600 miles to Portland
You know Portlands the new LA
Or is it the other way?
Either way, it's hard to catch a break
The light is on the ridge again
You watch it slip away
Maybe tomorrow we'll grasp thе infinite
Between chants of USA
And isn’t that just the how it goеs
Forever in between
I wanna make you love me
I want to be obscene
