Andrew Bird - Distant Stations lyrics
[Andrew Bird - Distant Stations lyrics]
I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside
The door of my motel room it was a triangle
With soft, round 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 you who taught me
How to write these kinds of equations
And 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)
Distant stations (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 and I missed him
By a good yard or two
And I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles to 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 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)
Distant stations (distant stations)
Distant stations (distant stations)
Distant stations (distant stations)
I waited on the steps
For you distant stations (Distant stations)
These kinds of equations distant stations
(Distant stations)
The naked and the hungry distant stations
(Distant stations) Aw yeah
I prayed real hard for you distant stations
(Distant stations)
The door of my motel room it was a triangle
With soft, round 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 you who taught me
How to write these kinds of equations
And 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)
Distant stations (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 and I missed him
By a good yard or two
And I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles to 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 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)
Distant stations (distant stations)
Distant stations (distant stations)
Distant stations (distant stations)
I waited on the steps
For you distant stations (Distant stations)
These kinds of equations distant stations
(Distant stations)
The naked and the hungry distant stations
(Distant stations) Aw yeah
I prayed real hard for you distant stations
(Distant stations)