The Mountain Goats
Stuck In Time
Standing silent when I see
Icicles hanging from the trees
Loon calling on the evening wind
Something new in mind, new in mind
Stillness enveloping this town
Bulbs opening underground
And I saw a young dog on its way
Down the street today
We grow nameless as we feel the blood race
Henceforth through our bodies
On its mission to no place
What am I becoming when I see
The way you look at me
One frozen river
Stuck in time