Texty: Mountain Goats, The. Song For Lonely Giants.

No one washed behind my ears

High in the trees alone for years

Practicing my solitary scales 'til they rose like balloons

Watching them go where they will go



Face in the leaves

Song in my throat

Fall through the air

Hoping to float



Practicing my solitary scales 'til they grow heavy

too heavy to carry

Watching them go where they will go