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Source Decay - The Mountain Goats
Once a week
I make the drive
Two hours east
To check the
Austin post office box
And I take the detour
Through our old neighborhood
See all the
Chevy impalas
In their front yard up on blocks and I park
In an alley
And I read through the post cards you continue to send
Where as indirectly as you can
You ask what I remember
I like these torture devices
From my old best friend
Well I'll tell you what I know
Like I swore I always would
I don't think it's going do you any good
I remember
The train headed South Outta Bangkok
Down toward
The water
I always get a late start
When the sun's going down
And the traffic's thinning out
And the glare is hard to take
I wish the West Texas highway
Was a mobius strip
I could ride it out forever
When I feel my heart break
I almost swear I hear it happen
Is the clear and that hard
I come in off the highway
And I park in my front yard
I fall out of the car
Like a hostage from a plane
Think of you a while
Start wishing it would rain
And I remember
The train headed South Outta Bangkok
Down toward
The water
I comin' to my house
Put on a pot of coffee
Walk the floors a little while
I set your post card on the table
With all the others like it
I start sorting through the pile
I check the pictures
And the postmarks
And the captions and the stamps
For signs of any patern at all
When I come up empty handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
I let a few of my
Defenses fall
And I smile a bitter smile
Not a pretty thing to see
Think about a rail road platform
Back in nineteen eighty three
And I remember
The train headed South Outta Bangkok
Down
Down toward
The water
