Ended Up a Stranger

Cacophonous and slippery

4: 35 in the mornin'

And I'm drivin'

These streets

Tryin' to capture every sound

My microphone

Hangs out, the back seat window

And what I don't succeed

In capturin'

Turns weightless and indifferent

Lord, I've become a stranger

In my old haunts

Blips and bleeps

And siren squalls

This town it just gets richer

And it's teeth get clenched

And I am just a statue

Of a long lost fearless age

Our maladies

Our strategies

This microphone

My wanderin's aside

Lord, I've become a stranger

In my old haunts

Hello desire'

And what your spooky name

Implies

In you, I found my silk

And swagger

The calm before the prize

And though I

Once was warned

You'd be the grave in which I'd lie

With you, I was no stranger

In my old haunts

Someday I'll hit the turnpike

Speed past a truck stop

Burnin'

It'll streak my rearview mirror

It'll fade, a lonely flicker

And I'll listen to these tapes I've made

My symphony of phantoms

Lord, I've ended up a stranger, in my old haunts

I've become a stranger

In my old haunts