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