The Mountain Sound
New sketchbook
There's nothing better
I know I'm out of luck
When I'm spelling out the letters
Of your name
I miss your voice
It's not the same
You sound so much sweeter
When I'm bitter
I'm calling out your name
I'm writing out your name
I wrote about the truth
And sang about the law
Sacrificed my youth
To the crawling gridlock sprawl
So I'm going out West
To claim my treasure
Gonna find myself that golden weather
Dry my heart out
From this frozen desert town
New place to live
I like it better
But I know I'm out of luck
When I'm boxing up your sweaters
It's a shame
I miss your touch
It's not the same
I burn your letters
When I'm bitter
There's no fire without flame
I'm calling out your name
I wrote about the truth
And sang about the law
Sacrificed my youth
To the crawling gridlock sprawl
Is life one big test
To see where we measure?
And freeze our hearts out?
From all the love that surrounds?
No!
I'll let my love open the door
Red carpet rolled on the floor
Orchestra keeping score of the sound
Come back to me, your punk rock clown
Who punched the king and took his crown
On the flee, in the underground
Fuck this place, let's burn it down!
Drive off drunk through the mountain sound
In a country western wedding gown
New sketchbook, there's nothing better
But I know I'm out of luck
When I'm spelling out the letters
Of your name
There's nothing better
I know I'm out of luck
When I'm spelling out the letters
Of your name
I miss your voice
It's not the same
You sound so much sweeter
When I'm bitter
I'm calling out your name
I'm writing out your name
I wrote about the truth
And sang about the law
Sacrificed my youth
To the crawling gridlock sprawl
So I'm going out West
To claim my treasure
Gonna find myself that golden weather
Dry my heart out
From this frozen desert town
New place to live
I like it better
But I know I'm out of luck
When I'm boxing up your sweaters
It's a shame
I miss your touch
It's not the same
I burn your letters
When I'm bitter
There's no fire without flame
I'm calling out your name
I wrote about the truth
And sang about the law
Sacrificed my youth
To the crawling gridlock sprawl
Is life one big test
To see where we measure?
And freeze our hearts out?
From all the love that surrounds?
No!
I'll let my love open the door
Red carpet rolled on the floor
Orchestra keeping score of the sound
Come back to me, your punk rock clown
Who punched the king and took his crown
On the flee, in the underground
Fuck this place, let's burn it down!
Drive off drunk through the mountain sound
In a country western wedding gown
New sketchbook, there's nothing better
But I know I'm out of luck
When I'm spelling out the letters
Of your name
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Jensen
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