Bell Swamp Connection

Toward the tail-end of the age that's almost finished Where the highway starts to crack and nobody fixes it I was wandering through an undeveloped tract Out near the ocean One-hundred acres, we will build to suit See what there is to see before it's gone Somebody's always just about To put some kind of awful plan in motion Eastern red cedars, and the pines And suddenly an elevated stone slab In what must have been a clearing once Try to recognize the signals and the signposts My curiosity Will likely always get the best of me It's like that one thing My Dad kept trying to tell me As the twilight Inched its way on up his body Get out, get out, get out, get out Well of course I climbed atop the slab and I lay down on it I am a child I had my face toward the sky Lying there in the sun with both my eyes closed Woke up in near darkness What the hell is wrong with me Volunteer pines in their hundreds in the dusk like military tentpoles Let my eyes adjust Try to read the markings on the slab Weird alphabets I felt sure I hadn't seen, just before I passed out Stars growing brighter Me looking up Like a lobster in a cage down in the depths Beneath the bottom of a glass boat And I heard a voice From somewhere out beyond the free fall Like a captive soldier He's just trying to warn his brothers Get out, get out, get out, get out --- Bell Swamp Connection - The Mountain Goats