"Milk Song" lyrics - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

When the sky was the color of cream
And you started leaving messages on my answering machine
Telling me that you were way across town and
Would be home in a night or two
I started keeping track of my losses
There were only one or two I couldn't cover
And up there against the milk while sky I saw
Fleeting vestiges of you
The way you vanished gradually
Has made a bitter man of me
And the way you vanished gradually
Has made a bitter man of me

Well, the ocean cleaves the rocks real clean
I dropped my answering machine
I watched the waves chew it into tiny little pieces of seafoam hissing in the air
In the balance sheet I'd been keeping in my mind
I entered two hundred kroners to the left of the debit line
It was what the machine had cost me
It was a greater loss than I could bear
I hear the wheels and knobs whirring down to this very day
Long after the ocean has washed it all away
I heard the train go by last night
And it's a slow train outta here, alright
But the way you disappeared in slow degrees
Has made a very patient man of me
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