Nothing Happens Lyrics - Salad

Waiting upstate in the pines, there's a man 

Whose arms are twisted 'round the vines 

Looking out for her to show but she's late 

The sound of the crickets all around 

In the heat, in the heat 

They say you'll sell your body to the heat 

So he takes his muslin bag to the well 

Runs his fingers through his hair, he's unwell 

Then the sea comes into view and he moves downhill 

Meets his car down by the bay, drives away 

Come on now, gotta take it in your stride 

Well, a fugitive can run but he can't hide