Songtexte:
Mountain Goats

Could be holding you tonight Could quit doing wrong, start doing right You don't care about what I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, putting

I caught me a rabbit To keep me company And I'm here in my car And the rabbit's here with me. Heading out Highway 1, Respecting out posted speed limits

Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas, You looked up from your little corner And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter. And then

Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when

Brave young cowboys of the near north side Mount those bridge rails Ride all night Scream when captured Arch your back Let this whole town hear your knuckles

If you really want to conjur up a ghost Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake

Bang the small rocks on the big ones Till the small ones are sharp and clean Catch something, kill something New blade cuts real keen And then the grass

'36 hudson in the garage, all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room, dishes in the kitchen sink, new straw for the old broom, friends who dont have

Pause at the stone tower in the foothills Why should we hide from anyone? Held you in my arms for the first time that day Felt like God's anointed when