Peak Happy

Ernest was a cosmonaut,
Sarah from Texas met him half way
Muscovites and monster trucks couldn't tear them apart

"We are lovers, aren't we?"
He radioed down as he burned on reentry
She found no reason to play it cool

In the cold, harsh motherland they'd find them saccharine and sappy
From a hill in the mid-Midwest, they could look around and see
Peak Happy

He was a drip of wax scrambling down the side of a candle
She was witchcraft, magic and sage
As he circled her, she was a warm stone there in his pocket
Gravity kept them glued to the grass

In the cold, harsh motherland they'd find them saccharine and sappy
From a hill in the mid-Midwest, they could look around and see
Peak Happy

She approached him like a heat-seeking missile over Magnolia
He received her forget-me-not kiss
They set coordinates for the alley behind the bar on the corner
She arrived a rowboat on fire

In the cold, harsh motherland they'd find them saccharine and sappy
From a hill in the mid-Midwest, they could look around and see
Peak Happy