I Come From the Mountain

Early morning underneath the city, in a tunnel calling rescue me, i come from the mountain i return again, without a tear, naturally Girl like to smile half the time, boys are the trouble all the time, sitting in their pockets just a dime lifting heavy spirits from the slime no one likes a heartache or the kind, everyones a problem sometimes, flipping over secrets day and night, flipping out our insides, what a fright.