Bringing a bowl
Of pepper, sand, and salt
Get off at dawn
Digging a hole
Fill it with tinder and coal
Precious time on your own
[Verse 2]
We light the lantern
A slumber dancer
Takes a form
Perfect location
Site observation
In a song
[Chorus]
Maybe I come home Monday
Whatever works
Lips, fists, a mouthful of words
[Verse 3]
New utensils
Think of the season
Like a poem
Grass, leaves, and tree
It's not up to me
Anymore
[Chorus]
Maybe I come home Monday
Whatever works
Lips, fists, a mouthful of words
[Verse 4]
They're always hungry
I might just spare some
Striking clouds
We bend our routine
Be nice to me
Before you're gone
[Chorus]
Maybe I come home Monday
Whatever works
Lips, fists, a mouthful of words
[Outro]
West coast is the best coast
We feast in the east
Pull up a skirt
Grind the beasts