The mountain goats

You or your memory

The mountain goats
I checked into a bargain priced room on La Cienaga
Gazed out through the curtains of the parking lot
Walked down to the corner store just before nightfall in my bare feet
Black tarry asphalt, soft and hot
And when I came back I spread out my supplies
On the counter by the sink
I looked myself right in the eyes

St. Joseph's, baby aspirin
Bartles and James
And you or your memory

I ducked behind the drapes when I saw the moon begin to rise
Gathered in my loose ends switched off the light
And down there in the dark I can see the real truth about me
As clear as day, lord if I make it through tonight
Then I will mend my ways and walk the straight path to the end of my days

St. Joseph's, baby aspirin
Bartles and James
And you or your memory

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