"Mobile" lyrics - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

Jonah went down to the docks
To flee from the wrath of the Lord
But the mark on his forehead
Was visible to everybody on board

[Chorus 1:]
They threw him down into the water
But he did not drown
I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama
Waiting for the wind to throw me down

Now the Lord told the great fish
Be free of your burden
And Jonah emerged from his darkness
Like a dancer crashing through the curtain

[Chorus 2:]
And the plant grew but it withered
And it shriveled up and turned brown
I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama
Waiting for the wind to throw me down

[Bridge:]
Lord, if you won't keep me safe and warm
Then send down the storm
Send down the storm

Jonah was sure he heard voices
Maybe just one voice but real clear
And where he went, the voice followed
Sometimes hardly loud enough to hear

[Chorus 3:]
"Shall I not spare the wise with the wicked?
Hold back my wrath from this town?"
I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama
Waiting for the wind to throw me down

[Outro:]
May I address the foreman of the jury?
Why do you hold back your fury?
Don't hold back your fury