The Mountain Goats
Transcendental Youth
Cold through broken baseboards
I despise this town
Snow on the sunroof
Two stories down

Hold hands
Wish the snow away
Rise in the darkness
Of the gathering day

Sing
Sing for ourselves alone
Speak into
The microphone

Cedar smudge our headbands
And take to the skies
Soar ever-upwards
On air borne black with flies

Shroud ourselves in the cosmos
Let the music play
Bright star of the morning
Shine on his rising way

Sing in the night
In the nameless dark
Father long gone
But we bear his mark
Learn some secrets
Never tell
Stay sick
Don't get well

Clutch those broken headboards
Ride the highest wave
Dusky diamonds shining
In the far depths of the cave

Try to explain ourselves
Babble on and on
By the time you receive this
We'll be gone

Sing
Sing high
While the fire climbs
Sing one for the old times