Arnica Montana - Kristin Hersh

The baby’s so simian

I guess we never evolved completely

You can see it in me

A naked grass widow moment

Did you see his beautiful eyes

In the red twilight

We’ve done our time

In the pressure cooker

On Arnica montana

With the desperate

Tearing down the highway

Like they got no place to stay

A fulgent fourth-grader

Dressed in nylon and blue

A sheepish smile just for you

We’ve done our time

In the pressure cooker

On Arnica montana

With the desperate

Tearing down the highway

Like they got no place to stay

We lit our caps

And fingernails

And leaves behind the back porch

Through the smoke

Four shining eyes

The future’s later

Everybody’s here