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The Mountain Goats – Distant Stations lyrics
I found an old rock
In the dry dirt outside
The door of my hotel room
It was a triangle with soft rounded edges
And a split down the middle of one corner
It was darker than english moss
Green like the soft frill's of a peacock's plume
I waited for you
But I never told you where I was
It was you who taught me how
To write these kinds of equations
I waited on the steps for you
And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations
Distant stations
I saw the sky break
I threw a rock at a crow who was playing
In the rose bushes by the motel office
Missed him by a good yard or two
I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles, Albuquerque
Said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry
And I prayed real hard for you
I waited for you
But I never told you where I was
It was you who taught me how
To write this kind of equation
I waited on the steps for you
And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations
Distant stations
In the dry dirt outside
The door of my hotel room
It was a triangle with soft rounded edges
And a split down the middle of one corner
It was darker than english moss
Green like the soft frill's of a peacock's plume
I waited for you
But I never told you where I was
It was you who taught me how
To write these kinds of equations
I waited on the steps for you
And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations
Distant stations
I saw the sky break
I threw a rock at a crow who was playing
In the rose bushes by the motel office
Missed him by a good yard or two
I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles, Albuquerque
Said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry
And I prayed real hard for you
I waited for you
But I never told you where I was
It was you who taught me how
To write this kind of equation
I waited on the steps for you
And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations
Distant stations
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