Shoulder Mountain - Andrew Bird

You walk into a room

And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable

But it was cold outside

Figures sodden and smug and impenetrable

They have their backs to you

And their shoulders are forming a mountain range

They don’t invite you in

Though you are of their ilk and by no means strange

When you finally find your family

Will you be turning your back on your former self?

It’s a story of hypocrisy

Once was poor, is now a man of wealth

Will he be turning his back on his former self?

Will he be turning his back?

Turning his back again?

Turning your back again?

Turning your back again on your former self

How do I know when a stranger’s not a god in disguise

Who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes

Rain fires from the skies

And for God sakes

Open your door

They have their backs to you

They don’t invite you in

Turning your back on your former self

Will you be turning your back?

Turning your back again

Turning your back on your former self

You walk into a room

And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable

But it was cold outside

Figures sodden and smug and impenetrable

How do I know when a stranger’s not a god in disguise

Who fallow your fields and make you bleed from y our eyes

Rain fires from the skies

And for god sakes

Open your door