Lirieke: Mountain Goats, The. Pure Sound.

hey.

the air was cooling down

the sky was blue

i was heading north on tailor stret

when i ran into you

we stopped to talk.



right there on the sidewalk

the air was new and clean

i was inbetween times.



the mountains were clearly visible

and your timing was cruel.

you said almost everything right

and your eyes shone like little jewels.

we were talking

while the temperature dropped.

i was hoping against hope

that the wheel would stop.



you were nineteen,

i was inbetween times.

hey.