The Mountain Goats - Source decay

^EOnce a week I make the drive ^F#two hours east to check the ^AAustin post office box. ^EI take the detour throu^F#gh our old neighborhood, see all the Chev^Ay Impalas in their front y^Bards up on blocks, and I p^Aark in an alley and I r^Bead through the postcards that you c^Eontinue to send:^A where as i^F#ndirectly as you can you a^Ask what I remember. I like these to^Erture devices from my o^Bld best friend. Well I'll t^C#ell you what I know like I sw^F#ore I always would -- I don't t^Ahink it's gonna do^B you any good: I rem^Eember the t^Arain headed so^Euth out of B^Aangkok d^Bown to^Award the w^Eater.

^EI always get a late start, when the s^F#un's going down and the t^Araffic's thinning out and the g^Elare is hard to take. I wish the ^EWest Texas highway was a ^F#Möbius strip -- I could r^Aide it out forever. When I f^Beel my heart break, I almost s^Awear I hear it happen, it's that c^Blear and that hard. I c^Eome in off the highway and I p^Aark in my front yard. I f^C#all out of the car like a h^F#ostage from a plane, ^Athink of you a while and start w^Bishing it would rain. ^EI remember the ^Atrain headed ^Esouth out of ^ABangkok ^Bdown t^Aoward the ^Ewater.

I ^Ecome into the house, put o^F#n a pot of coffee, ^Awalk the floors a little^E while. ^EI set the postcard on a table with ^F#all the others like it, ^Astart sorting through the ^Bpile. ^AI check the pictures and the postmarks and the c^Baptions and the stamps for s^Eigns of any pattern at a^All. When I c^F#ome up empty-handed, the feeling al^Amost overwhelms me. ^EI let a few of my ^Bdefenses fall and I sm^C#ile a bitter smile -- it's not a^F# pretty thing to see -- I think a^About a railroad platform back in 1^B983 E A E A B ^Aand I remember the^E train headed south out of Bangkok down toward toward the water