Salt

So you were leaving

Headed south

I grit my teeth on

Dust in my mouth

Well, I have your number

You know mine's the same

Still tasting salt

What I wouldn't say

I'm happy for you

I'm happy for you

'Cause I swore

I'd be happy for you

Salt of the earth

In a high rise

Say something to cut deep

Make them all cry

Well, they called your number

Mine's the same

Still tasting salt

Of what I wouldn't say

I'm happy for you

I'm happy for you

'Cause I swore

I'd be happy for you

I'd be happy for you

I'll be happy for you

I'm happy for you