I found an old rock

In the dry dirt outside

The door of my motel room

It was a triangle

With soft, round edges

And a split down the middle of one corner

It was darker than English moss

Green like the soft frills of a peacock's plume

I waited for you

But I never told you where I was

It was you who taught me

How to write these kinds of equations

And I waited on the steps for you

And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot

You taught me how to listen

To these

Distant stations (distant stations)

Distant stations (distant stations)

Distant stations

I saw the sky break

I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch of some rosebushes by the motel office

And I missed him

By a good yard or two

And I sang old songs from nowhere

Los Angeles to Albuquerque

I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry

And I prayed real hard for you

I waited for you

But I never told you where I was

It was you who taught me

How to write these kinds of equations

I waited on the steps for you

And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot

You taught me how to listen

To these

Distant stations (distant stations)

Distant stations (distant stations)

Distant stations (distant stations)

Distant stations (distant stations)

I waited on the steps for you; distant stations

(Distant stations)

These kinds of equations; distant stations

(Distant stations)

The naked and the hungry; distant stations

(Distant stations) Aw yeah

I prayed real hard for you; distant stations

(Distant stations)