The Mountain Goats - Sax rohmer 1

^CFog lifts from the harbor, ^Edawn goes down today An ^Amagent crests the shadows of the ^Fnearby alleyway ^CPiles of broken bricks, ^Esign posts on the path ^AmEvery moment points towards the ^Faftermath, yeah

^CSailors straggle back from their ^Enights out on the town ^AmHopeless urchins from the city ^Fgather round ^CSpies from imperial China ^Ewash in with the tide Every ^Ambattle heads toward ^Fsurrender on both sides

And I am ^Ccoming home to ^Amyou With my ^Fown blood in my ^Cmou^Gth And I am ^Ccoming home to ^Amyou If it’s the ^Flast thing ^Gthat I ^Cdo

^CBells ring in the tower, ^Ewolves howl in the hills ^AmChalk marks show up on a few high ^Fwindowsills And a ^Crabbit gives up somewhere, and a ^Edozen hawks descend ^AmEvery moment leads toward its ^Fown sad end, yeah

^CShips loosed from their mornings ^Ecapsize and then they’re gone ^AmSailors with no captains watch ^Fawhile and then move on And an ^Cagent crests the shadows and I ^Ehead in her direction ^AmAll roads lead toward the ^Fsame blocked intersection

And I am ^Ccoming home to ^Amyou With my ^Fown blood in my ^Cmou^Gth And I am ^Ccoming home to ^Amyou If it’s the ^Flast thing ^Gthat I ^Cdo