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
Writer(s): Christian E Eckman
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