I parked my shame by the curb Cold wind chewing through my coat Then that goat in the rain Lifted one eye and wrote I dropped my keys in the gravel He stared like he knew the score At the bus stop bench in silence He knew what I had before He shook his beard like judgment Tapping hoof on the stone I heard my name in the silence And I felt it in my bones The goat at the stop knows The goat at the stop knows He knows my sins, he knows The goat at the stop knows He chews on truth and grins He knows my sins, he knows The goat at the stop knows The goat at the stop knows Old Mrs. Vale crossed the alley Clutching pearls and a pie She saw me flinch at the timetable And she asked me, "Boy, why?" The goat leaned in to the bench rail Like a priest with a wicked plan He bleated soft as a scandal Then he kicked over my can I begged the gods for mercy But the bus came late again And the goat just gave me side-eye Like a judge at the tail end The goat at the stop knows The goat at the stop knows He knows my sins, he knows The goat at the stop knows He chews on truth and grins He knows my sins, he knows The goat at the stop knows The goat at the stop knows Now the whole town calls me cursed 'Cause I bowed when he walked by But I'd rather face that goat Than the stories in his eye So if you wait by that stop And you feel your courage melt Mind your pockets, mind your pulse 'Cause that goat can read you well The goat at the stop knows The goat at the stop knows He knows my sins, he knows The goat at the stop knows He chews on truth and grins He knows my sins, he knows The goat at the stop knows The goat at the stop knows
