Maybe Sprout Wings

Maybe Sprout Wings - The Mountain Goats

Written by：John Darnielle

A bad dream shook me in my sleep

And I woke up sweating

Ran through the dark to the shower

Already forgetting

Try to think good thoughts

Trying to find my way clear

Let the room fill with steam

Trace pictures on the mirror

Ghosts and clouds

And nameless things

Squint your eyes and hope real hard

Maybe sprout wings

I clawed my way

To the living room window

Stood there in the cold

The last bits of my dream

Like figures in the distance

Hard to hold

I thought of old friends

The one's who'd gone missing

Said all their names three times

Phantoms in the early dark

Canaries in the mines

Ghosts and clouds

And nameless things

Squint your eyes and hope real hard

Maybe sprout wings