I Come from the Mountain

Early morning, underneath the city

In a tunnel calling rescue me

I come from the mountain I return again

Without a tear, naturally

Girls like to smile half the time

Boys are the trouble all the time

Sitting in their pocket just a dime

Lifting heavy spirits from the slime

No one likes a heartache or the kind

Everyone's a problem sometimes

Flipping over secrets day and night

Flipping out our insides, what a fright.