Mountain Goats, The
Whon
the garbage man is never going to comethe cans out at the curb will bloat and stinkthe rock will work its way through cracks in the the foundationthe water will grow stagnant in the sinkand you, you will knowwhere it is that memories gothe migratory birds will not come backthe charms that summer held will all turn sourand from the treetops when the wind stopssweet blossoms will rain down and you will spin beneath the showerand it will be so clearyou will never quite escape last yearthe wind will blow or else it won'tsometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don'tyou think the matter through, you try hard not to thinkthe water all goes stagnant in the kitchen sinkand you will knowand i will toowhat it was i might have left to you
From Letras Mania