Snakeheads - The Mountain Goats

Weather cell from northern Canada

Due in before the afternoon is over

Brown cows in the fields

Eating their way slowly through the clover

And the canopy of apple trees before us

Symmetrical and pure as a pagoda

Me and Lee Charm from Chicago in a U-Haul

Headed out through western Minnesota

Headed for the islands

Headed for the islands

Our load is heavy, you can hear it shifting

Say what you like, I’m never going to stop

Everyone will eat when we’ve arrived

White apple blossoms soften up the blacktop

Two days from now we’ll get to where we’re going

The western sky will pitch-correct its winding

Our cargo’s going to spill out from the cabin

And rub its eyes and see the silver lining, yeah, yeah

Headed for the islands

Headed for the islands