Slope Day

Morning talks in the ski house
Brittle pancakes on my plate
I returned to the car lot
Mine replaced with an empty space

Took a walk to the tow yard
I drove back through the crowded streets
All the girls with their shirts cut
All the boys in their sleeveless tees

Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha

It's hard to blend with a clear head
So I waited for mitch to leave
Two guitars and a trumpet
Singing out beneath the trees

Mari joined with her boyfriend
And some strangers stopped for us
So alive in the garden
While the world was getting buzzed elsewhere

Ha-ah-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-aah
Ha-ah-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-aah
Ha-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ha-aah



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Hachey
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