Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Going To Port Washington.

the trees were all decked out in their best fall colors

there was a snap in the air

when you eased down the window

and the new york sun brought out the highlights in your hair

and gently, gently

the constellations aligned

and as we crossed over the throgs neck bridge i had

something on my mind



when we rolled down the street

in the cool of the morning

i could feel the new day dawn

and somebody had gone and turned the waterworks on

and slowly, surely

i saw the whole story unwind

i had never loved anyone like i loved you

and i had something on my mind