In the Hidden Places - The Mountain Goats

Autumn came around like a drifter to an on-ramp

There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain

Took to walking barefoot around town

Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain

Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine

I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight

Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light

On dark hillsides in the hidden places

The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house

And I got off at the corner

Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands

And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer

And when I got home I thought about you

Like a desperate policeman searching for clues

And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again

Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places