Text: Mountain Goats, The. In The Hidden Places.

Autumn came around like a drifter to an on-ramp

There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain

Took to walking barefoot around town

Melodies from gradeschool kicking in my brain



Saw you on the crosstown bus today

You were reading a magazine

I turned my face away

And I shut my eyes tight

Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light

On dark hillsides in the hidden places



The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house

And I got off at the corner

Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands

And I wished I was someone else

And I wished it was warmer



And when I got home I thought about you

Like a desperate policeman searching for clues

And I almost passed out just then

And I shut my eyes again

Headed for the dark hillsides

In the hidden places