The Mountain Goats — Naming Day

I am hiding in the house, someone’s coming through the gate When the doorbell sounds like an air-raid siren, I am lying in wait People used to come around, they fish-eyed and they rubber-necked Anyone who’d come to visit now is automatically a suspect I creep up to the window, me and my buzzing brain And we watch two Jehovah's witnesses retreating down the lane I’m not coming out yet It’s too cold Leave me alone ‘til I learn How to spin straw into gold I put on night-vision goggles, work my way along the wall into the kitchen As soon as the first snow fell this year, my fingers started itching And I locked up the doors and I sealed up all the windows And friends came by sometimes for a while I never let ’em in though And then they stopped, and then they stopped at last and now it’s just us three These walls and the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter-day Saints and me And I’m not coming out yet It’s too cold Leave me alone ‘til I learn How to spin straw into gold