The Mountain Goats — Distant Stations

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 2] 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 I saw a car pull into the parking lot You taught me how To listen to these Distant stations Distant stations