Distant Stations Songtext

von The Mountain Goats

I found an old rug
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 frills of a peacock's plum
I waited for you
But I never told you where I was
It was you who taught me how
To write these kind 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 mulch
Of the rose bushes by the motel office
Missed him by a good yard
Or two
I sang old songs from nowhere
Los angles
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 these kind 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