Tekstovi: Mountain Goats, The. Crane.

picked up a fat, gold watch for you

down where the river washes over the avenue.

and i listened to it tick away the minutes.

looked out at the awful sky.



i was afraid that my arm was broken,

but it was only kinda run down.

i went walking after two last night,

felt like i was the only guy in town.

and i'm not.

i know.

and i don't need you to tell me so.

look at this watch.

look at this watch.

you won't believe what this thing can do.