Riches and Wonders

The Mountain Goats

We live high our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it
And it grows all fat and friendly
We have surplus if we need it
We hold on as hard as we can
Our knuckles are white
We write letters to each other, invent secrets to confess to
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment by which to address you
We feed fresh fruit to one another
We stay up all night
I am healthy, I am whole, but I have poor impulse control
And I want to go home
But I am home

We are strong, we are faithful
We are guardians of a rare thing
We pay close careful attention to the news the morning air brings
We show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through
We are filled with riches and wonders
Our love keeps the things it finds
And we dance like drunken sailors, lost at sea out of our minds
You find shelter somewhere in me
I find great comfort in you
And I keep you safe from harm
You hold me in your arms, and I want to go home
But I am home