The Mountain Goats — Going to Jamaica

[Verse 1: John Darnielle] We saw the last of the brightly-colored birds Check out and make for the other world And you asked me how much longer we'd have to stay here But I'm not at liberty to say And what flowers there were around Kingston Were blue I ripped them up from the dry soil And draped them over you [Verse 2] We saw the last of the bright birds coming home I saw you address them through your megaphone And you asked me when we were leaving Well, it's any day now And what flowers there were around Trenchtown Were red I stole them from the hands of children Braided them around your head