Broom People - The Mountain Goats

'36 Hudson in the garage

All sorts of junk in the unattached spare room

Dishes in the kitchen sink

New straw for the old broom

Friends who don’t have a clue

Well-meaning teachers

But down in your arms, in your arms

I am a wild creature

Floor two-foot high with newspapers

White carpet thick with pet hair

Half-eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer

Fresh fuel for the sodium flares

I write down good reasons to freeze to death

In my spiral ring notebook

But in the long tresses of your hair

I am a babbling brook