New Utensils

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bringing a bowl Of pepper, sand, and salt Get off at dawn Digging a hole Fill it with tinder and coal Precious time on your own [Verse 2] We light the lantern A slumber dancer Takes a form Perfect location Site observation In a song [Chorus] Maybe I come home Monday Whatever works Lips, fists, a mouthful of words [Verse 3] New utensils Think of the season Like a poem Grass, leaves, and tree It's not up to me Anymore [Chorus] Maybe I come home Monday Whatever works Lips, fists, a mouthful of words [Verse 4] They're always hungry I might just spare some Striking clouds We bend our routine Be nice to me Before you're gone [Chorus] Maybe I come home Monday Whatever works Lips, fists, a mouthful of words [Outro] West coast is the best coast We feast in the east Pull up a skirt Grind the beasts