Slighted

If you were a mountain top
I would keep ascending and never stop
If you were some kind of store
I would buy you out and wait for more
If you were my native land
I would hold you close
I’d take your hand
And be your man
And dream of summertime
I wish you would be mine
But every good thing dies
Every good thing dies
If you were a mountain top
I would climb right up and jump right off
If you were some kind of store
I would rob you blind and lock the door
If you were my native land
I would take control
I would demand
That you take my hand
You were the dream of summertime
I wished you would be mine
Then every good thing dies