Possum by Night - The Mountain Goats

When the house lights all go dark

Shuffle on down to the park

Spent stars in the winter sky

Days of refuge in short supply

All you parasites, climb aboard!

All you vagabonds, praise the Lord!

When the compost pile grows high

Climb to the top if I try

Long-haul truckers still wide awake

Guard their pathways for Jesus' sake

All you garbage trucks, to the curb!

True sons of the Living Word!

Try not to get stuck in the intake vent

Grow fat and grow old and go blind and be content

All you pack dogs, have your say

Let me just find my own way

Moon in the trees my guide

Walk with my jaw hinged wide

Once more unto the breach!

Safe in the spots that the light can’t reach