Mountain Goats New Britain
You had it up to here with my west country talk
You can hardly understand a word I say
The shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall
It's gonna rain today
I try and tell you secrets until my face turns blue
I am not getting through to you
All the way across the ocean they're gathering their
strength again
Lining up along the country's length again
This morning I know who you are
This morning I know who you are
On the river, the sun is bright gold
And the things you try to say to me make my blood run
cold
But I hold you anyway
And we stare into the sun all day
And you're about to leave again, I've learned to read
your movements
And I'm learning how to read your mind
The sun climbs the sky for us, above the Mississippi
And I can feel you in my arms but you're hardly even with
me
This morning I know who you are
This morning I know who you are
