Amica Montana

Amica Montana
The baby's so simian
i guess we never evolved completely
you can see it in me
A naked grass widowed moment
did you see his beautiful eyes
in the red twilight
We've done our time
in the pressure cooker
on arnica montana
with the desperate
tearing down the highway
like they've got no place to stay
A fulgent fourth grader
dressed in nylon and blue
a sheepish smile just for you
We've done our time
in the pressure cooker
on arnica montana
With the desperate
tearing down the highway
like they've got no place to stay
We laid our caps
and fingernails
and leaves behind the back porch
through the smoke
for shining eyes
the future's later
everybody's here