Text: Mountain Goats. The Sunset Tree. Up the Wolves.

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet,
no matter where you live.
There'll always be a few things maybe several things
that you're going to find really difficult to forgive.
there's gonna come a day when you'll feel better,
and you'll rise up free and easy on that day
and float from branch to branch, lighter than the air,
just when that day is coming, who can say, who can say.
our mother has been absent ever since we founded Rome,

but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home.
we're gonna commandeer the local airwaves to tell the neighbors what's been going on.
and they will shake their heads, and point their boney fingers in all the wrong directions and by daybreak we'll be gone.
i'm gonna get myself in finding trim, scope out every angle of unfair advantage. i'm going to bribe the officials, i'm going to kill all the judges. it's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage.
our mother has been gone ever since we founded Rome,
but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home.