New Monster Avenue - The Mountain Goats

Shadows on the broad lawn, canopy of trees

Sometime after midnight, the ground is gonna freeze

Birds in the frosty air, what are they doing there?

Greenhouse full of butcher’s broom, breezes at my back

Some time before the sun comes up, the earth is gonna crack

I look down at my hands like they were mirrors

Fresh coffee at sunrise, warm my lips against the cup

Been waiting such a long time now, my number’s finally coming up

All the neighbors come on out to their front porches, waving torches