acoustic indie folk Lo-Fi indie rock Distant Stations by The Mountain Goats from album All Hail West Texas
Duration : 2 minutes & 33 seconds.
Listener : 60156 peoples.
Played : 276520 times and counting.
I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside
The door of my motel 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 plume
I waited for you but I never told you where I was
It was 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 pull 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 some rosebushes by the motel office
Missed him by a good yard or two
I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles, Albuquerque
I 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 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 pull into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations
Distant stations
