In Corolla - The Mountain Goats

The day I turned my back on all you people

I felt an itching in my thumbs

The salt air like a broadcast from the distant, dark beyond

When my transformation comes

I went down to the warm, warm water

Saw a pelican fly past

Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me

I went wading through the grass

And no one was gonna come and get me

There wasn’t anybody gonna know

Even though I leave a trail of burnt things in my wake

Every single place I go

And it was cool, and it was quiet

In the humid marsh down there

I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water

Felt it gumming up my hair

The sun was sinking into the Atlantic

The last time that I turned my back on you

I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under

It was the best that I could do

And I said

«Let them all fare better than your servant»

The reeds all pricking at my skin

«Here's hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you»

All that water rushing in