Mountain Town - Jon and Roy

Spent my days in a cold war, fighting with myself

Spent my time like money, counted up my wealth

Saved up all my moments for, situations coming

But I don’t know much about nothing, I barely know myself

And oh the bank that’s my head, its filled up to the brim

Its bursting at the seams with, thoughts ideas and dreams

And my thinking adviser, he loses focus easily

He leaves me with a balance due, at least that’s how it seems

Now I don’t have a manual, to tell me how to be

And I hardly have a theory, just hypotheses

And since I don’t have no gods, to help me with what I see

Then that leaves me here with myself, the work is up to me