Sanoja: Mountain Goats, The. Hello, Old Rabbit.

i saw the long row of blue bells.

i saw the fox glove and the night shade.

i saw the cool garden and i though a while about

how i'd been waiting for you since the second grade.

the flowers made the air boil.

the boiling air made me think of you a while.

i did not come here to suffer.

i did not come here to suffer.



i heard the ducks all quacking.

i saw the sunshine on the lake.

i saw you standing near the water

and wondered how long i'd be paying for one dumb mistake.

the sight of you was really something else.

but i don't know what that something else was.

i did not come here to suffer.

i did not come here to suffer.