Tallahassee Lyrics - Tallahassee - Mountain Goats

Window facing an ill-kept front yard 

Plums on the tree heavy with nectar 

Prayers to summon the destroying angel 

Moon stuttering in the sky like a film stuck in a projector 

And you 

You 

Twin prop airplanes passing loudly overhead 

Road to the airport, two lanes clear 

Half the whole town gone for the summer 

Terrible silence coming down here 

And you 

You 

There is no deadline 

There is no schedule 

There is no plan 

We can fall back on 

The road this far can't be retraced 

There is no punchline anybody can tack on 

There are loose ends by the score 

What did I come down here for? 

You 

You