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Mountain Goats The Full Force Galesburg

the wax paper that i taped over the windows melted as quick as chocolate in the heat and it'll probably never come off now the windows look like frosted

when you were nineteen i first laid eyes on you the small stream that ran through the center of town carried your name to me your hair was dark and your

lying in the hot sun today watching the clouds run away thought a little while about you the sky was a petrifying blue and while the geese flew past

seeds came in the mail today from holland and the language on the package was wonderful and strange all sorts of flowers that grow up from the earth

you've had it up to here with my west country talk you can hardly understand a word i say the shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall it's gonna

sun twinkling on the river this evening i tasted chocolate on my tongue darkness climbing up the ladders to the sky rung by agonizing rung i heard firecrackers

you turned to me and asked me if i'd always be your boy as we drove across the river into western illinois and on the railroad bridge, half a mile of

way up north down the road a little back in new england right here in the middle and all the way out west we had our ears to the ground all of our dreams