Weldge Lyrics

You mean all the gods of Kansas dear

Live in that little motel

Yeah ain't it funny

The pools closed but the view must be good

I mean if you look you can't even see a road

Check that dually out front

With the farm exempt tags

Yeah you mean the one rattle canned matte black

Yeah don't the motel sign look like a smear on the hood

Yeah but it sure shines on the chrome on the back

These hills are so gentle and quiet and low

What are hills are these my love

These are the hills of Unbecoming

They're the hills of Heaven after you go

Those hills way over there all fraped in blue

You know, what hills are those

Those are the hills of Longing my love

Some say that's where this all comes and goes

We'll have you seen any of em walking around

I think I saw one in the window once but I'm not sure

That's just so strange I mean it's so pretty out here

Maybe it's pretty in there too

I don't know