"Distant Stations" lyrics - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside
The door of my motel room
It was a triangle with soft, rounded 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

[Chorus 1:]
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

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
Missed him by a good yard or two
I sang old songs from nowhere
Los Angeles, Albuquerque
I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry
And I prayed real hard for you

[Chorus 2:]
I waited for you
But I never told you where I was
It was you who taught me how
To write this kind of equation
I waited on the steps for you
And I hid in the bushes whenever I saw a car pull into the parking lot
You taught me how
To listen to these
Distant stations
Distant stations