Three Men Sitting On A Hollow Log - Cass McCombs

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Underneath the mead moon

Right Man breathing from a rubber balloon

Middle Man quietly thinks a tune

Wandering by, three mangy lap dogs

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Waiting for the maglev train

Crystal night, not a spot of rain

Sparks inside of Left Man’s brain

Right Man biting his lip, agog

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Each, each other’s companion boon

To Middle, the stars around him cocoon

Last train to transfer stop arriving soon

Headed north out of the old peat bog

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Three men sitting on a hollow log

You could catch the wind coming off the plain

Left tries his Zippo’s flint again

Right stroking idols of Saints Marcel and Anne

Far away from the city smog

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Three men sitting on a hollow log

All for one and one for ruin

Reactive Middle suckles thumb wound

Left Man’s coat a sort-of pale maroon

Salesmen for the demagogue

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Three men sitting on a hollow log

Right, Middle, Left all gaunt as tain

Growing behind, a patch of wolf’s bane

Waiting as long as they can sustain

Anticipating a stern slog

Three men sitting on a hollow log