As Many Candles As Possible

When stray dogs finally catch you in the alley You don't consider their point of view But when the wounds are healed, and the scars are shiny Sometimes then you do The terms are vicious Time is tight No one gets Too much light When you see the risen beast in your nightmares You treat him like a long lost brother But when you pass him on the streets of the city by day You pretend you don't recognize each other The lake is boiling The fish won't bite No one gets Too much light Seek out a cave by the ocean while you wait out the rain Dial down the weak bits and crank up the gain Listen for the prophecy somewhere in the static Once you've saddled up your pony, burn down the paddock When pigs gather in the sty to greet the sunrise They all begin to squeal for joy It doesn't sound like joy to the untrained ear And there's plenty of distortion and it's not real clear You've got a friend downstairs He howls all night No one gets Too much light --- As Many Candles As Possible - The Mountain Goats