Moon Over Goldsboro

Moon Over Goldsboro - The Mountain Goats

Written by：John Darnielle

I went down to the gas station

For no particular reason

Heard the screams from the high school

It's football season

Empty lot the station faces

Will probably be there forever

I climbed over the four foot fence

I was trying to sever the tether

Moon in the sky

Cold as a stone

Spend each night

In your arms

Always wake up alone

I laid down in the weeds

It was a real cold night

I was happy till the overnight attendant

Switched on the floodlight

Walking home

I was talking to you under my breath

Saying things I would never say directly

I heard a siren on the highway up ahead

Kinda wished they'd come and get me

Frost on the sidewalk

White as a bone

Tried to get close to you again

Always wake up alone

And as I was crossing our doorstep

I hesitated

Just a moment there

Remembered the day

We moved into our small house

'Till the vision

Got too vivid

To bear

You were almost asleep

Halfway undressed

I lay right down next to you

Held your head against my chest

And a guy with any kind of courage

Would maybe stop to think the matter through

Maybe hold you still and raise the question

Instead of blindly holding onto you

But we crank up the heat

And you giggle and moan

Spend all night

In the company of ghosts

Aways wake up alone