On the Drive Home

Of Montreal

There's an echo in my body echoes slide
Down the roof
You looked like heaven in bloom, I might now
Look deep in those eyes

Whose kindness moves my Texas to Oklahoma
Drops of light on the bed roling off into a
Puddle on the floor You unbuttoned your life
And let me go

My eyes are as brown as blueberries love
Must put a mountain outside every window
I was crying my eyes out everything I drank
Turned to cherry cola tears, iced tea tears

I want to grab your words and fill them with
Coffee there we lie like monkees in our beds
Burying each frown that gets born
I'll climb up under your nightgown we'll try to

Tickle a laugh out of the mattress
I'll use your boobs for a pillow