Port Authority Lyrics - Robert Pollard

I can't know the song of the south 

when my needle points north. 

the blue south elegant with lovely lake 

eyes in a smiling river on fire look at me 

Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows 

makes a man out of safety pins 

proud as an Indian 

I figure in future years I'll be stained by the tears 

of desperate clinging 

Miracle girls commercially perfect 

excel at Port Authority 

shall I run out to meet your hopes 

of liquor, tobacco & chocolate? 

up on chalkleg mirror mountain 

subtle and juicy