Green Mountain

Who goes with us on this long journey?

Homesick
Homesick
Homesick

When you're written to
Will you write them back?
When they forget you
Will you do the same?

Homesick
Homesick
Homesick

And that'll be until
The day that we return
Until the day
That I return, that you return

Spiritless stickiness of our
Northern North Island summers
Dragging feet through March and April
Hurling thick clumps of dim clouds
Around the sky
Just to loom in lust, to lumber
See the sugars in my blood
They flee to clot together now
I can't sweat it out
When the air is this slow and soaking
Baking cake in raven shades
Searing in the thoughts of colder days
Lost deep in memory mazes
Like chinchillas in cubist cages

I climb into a empty fridge
Forget about the broken kitchen
Singing a song in my head
It felt like a pious mission

Homesick
Homesick
Homesick