Distant Stations Video (MV)

I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside
The door of my motel room
It was a triangle with soft,
Rounded edges and a split down the middle of one corner
It was darker than English moss,
Green like the soft frills of a peacock's plume

I waited for you but I never told you where I was
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations
I waited on the steps for you and
I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations

Distant stations

I saw the sky break
I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch
Of some rosebushes by the motel office
Missed him by a good yard or two

I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles, Albuquerque
I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry
And I prayed real hard for you

I waited for you but I never told you where I was
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations
I waited on the steps for you
And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations

Distant stations