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