Wall of Sound: Orchard Eroding

Orchard Eroding

I want to go… up to the mountain
Count my money… where no one can find me
I don’t mind the yellow jackets
Most of the time
I know my name
Most of the time I’m in control

And it’s the same thing from yesterday
I swore I’d say it didn’t matter

I used to have the prettiest flowers
My cooking used to be the talk of the town
But I can’t remember the recipe
Let go of my arm
Something’s missing
Television business is calling me

It’s not the same face from yesterday
I never thought I’d be the after

I’ve climbed these stairs… for almost forever
Like to kill me… I reckon they will
Grew plenty of peaches in the orchard
Water the flowers
Hose down the spiders
Bobble-heads, they always listen to me

I want to go… up to the mountain
Count my money… where no one can find me
I don’t mind the moldy ceiling
Most of the time
I’m in control
Most of the time I know my name

And it’s a lame wing, but yesterday
I swore I’d say it didn’t matter

But it does…
Yes, it does