In Corolla

In Corolla - The Mountain Goats

Written by：John Darnielle/Franklin Bruno

The day I turned my back on all you people

I felt an itching in my thumbs

Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond

When my transformation comes

I went down to the warm warm water

Saw a pelican fly past

Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me

I went wading through the grass

And no one was gonna come and get me

There wasn't anybody gonna know

Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake

Every single place I go

And it was cool and it was quiet

In the humid marsh down there

I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water

Felt it gumming up my hair

The sun was sinking into the Atlantic

The last time that I turned my back on you

I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under

It was the best that I could do

And I said let them all fare better than your serpent

The reeds all pricking at my skin

Here's hoping they have better luck

Than I had down here with you

All that water rushing in