Текст песни Distant Stations

I found an old rock

In the dry dirt outside

The door of my hotel room

It was a triangle with soft rounded edges

And a split down the middle of one corner

It was darker than english moss

Green like the soft frill's of a peacock's plume

I waited for you

But I never told you where I was

It was you who taught me how

To write these kinds of equations

I waited on the steps for you

And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot

You taught me how to listen to these distant stations

Distant stations

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I threw a rock at a crow who was playing

In the rose bushes by the motel office

Missed him by a good yard or two

I sang old songs from nowhere

Los Angeles, Albuquerque

Said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry

And I prayed real hard for you

I waited for you

But I never told you where I was

It was you who taught me how

To write this kind of equation

I waited on the steps for you

And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot

You taught me how to listen to these distant stations

Distant stations