Mountain Time

Lyrics for Mountain Time

Mountain time wasn't on my mind that morning I shot out of bed, you were curled in a ball The sun was a dim strip of amber across The edge of the Earth and the black oily blue of the sky I heard your voice ask why As I wiped the glass dry Well, she mostly draws bulls these days, that's what I'd say If ever anyone asked about you I'd say it used to be horses, before that, it was trucks I'd say next, it's container ships docking below A V-shape of ducks But you always belong to yourself Even when you're not you Every time I try escaping, I lose If you were a unit of time, what would you be called? Everything that's ever happened, or could happen Tied up like yarn in a ball Somewhere young lovers sneak out secretly Somewhere a ball wrecks a jail to the ground But nowhere's like this and nothin' else is as perfect That's the end of this bar after you've just sat down Well, I live off paychecks much like you kind folks Who paid just to hear several songs about fire And I've hit hard times, but I'll still make it work I'm not one of those jerks who just talk about themselves They're often liars But you always belong to yourself Even when you're no one You might wear a disguise, but you'll never outrun If we were a unit of mass, what would we float above? The night and its sound, and the rate that it travels And the way it unravels as silence Perched like a bird on a glove Dried up like bones in the sand Bleeding like trees in October Bare as the palm of your hand Sweet as an hour going backwards Louder than the wind between planets Tied up like yarn in a ball