Besedila: Mountain Goats, The. Ghosts.

i went down yale today

just in the old way

a black dog hobbled past me

his tags jangled on his collar

it made me wish i was dead

it made me wish i was dead



had a familiar sun on me

just like it would always be

rocky soil dry land

i knew it all like the back of my hand

it made me wish i was dead

it made me wish i was dead



a terrific view form here

the sky's clear

the sun's high

i let things lie

and i know what is and isn't mine

and i was good to get back to the sunshine

but 5 years is a long time

and i spent 5 years in sweden dying for you

i spent 5 years in sweden dying for you