Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Old College Try.

From the housetops to the gutters

From the ocean to the shore

The warning signs have all been bright and garish

Far too great in number to ignore



From the cities to the swamplands

From the highways to the hills

Our love has never had a leg to stand on

From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elevils

But I will walk down to the end with you

If you will come all the way down with me



From the entrance to the exit

Is longer than it looks from where we stand

I want to say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet

Things will shortly get completely out of hand

I can feel it in the rotten air tonight

In the tips of my fingers

In the skin on my face

In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light

In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place

Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell

Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell

I will walk down to the end with you

If you will come all the way down with me