Possum by Night

When the house lights all go dark Shuffle on down to the park Spent stars in the winter sky Days of refuge in short supply All you parasites climb abord All you vagabonds praise the Lord When the compost pile grows high Climb to the top if I try Long haul truckers still wide awake Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake All your garbage trucks to the curb True sons of the living word Try not to get stuck in the intake vent Grow fat, and grow old, and go blind, and be content All your pack dogs have your say Let me just find my own way Moon in the trees my guide Walk with my jaw hinged wide Once more unto the breach Safe in the spots that the light can't reach --- Possum by Night - The Mountain Goats