Trash Mountain (1pm)

Took a walk to the highway

It’s right down the street

And after so many miles

It felt good to be back on my feet

Coming home

It’s so easy for you

But I just forget things and remember them

Looking for something to do

There was a man pushing a shopping cart full of bottles of belief

And he was yelling about the taxes and drinking a twisted tea

And it made me remember that I had to do my taxes too

But how are we supposed to remember things when there’s so much to do?

How are we supposed to remember things

When everything's coming and going?

And my cell phone says to me that I’m no use in knowing

Well, it’s not supposed to be this way

We’re just living in catastrophe

And when did everyone start thinking so much about me, me, me

When I was walking down my street

I saw my neighbor staring at the sun

And there was a pair of Nikes on the wire

And kids were playing on Trash Mountain

Where the wind blows everything

I try to remember and forget

On the edge of town

Where when I’m home, I rest my head

How are we supposed to remember things

When memories come and go?

And the wind that whips them against the house

And then vanishes them to the snow

Like a white ribbon I lost a couple of winters ago

I gave your sister the other one right before she had to go

And she carried it with her right across the sea

And when she came home, she brought it right back to me

To our home when you get here, I know you know the big fall

Into Trash Mountain where I’ll bury it all