Tourist trap
by Bright Eyes
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It´s not the road we used to know,
they tore some buildings down.
The traffic´s like a pack of dogs.
There´s fewer trees, windows, fleas,
concrete on the lawn.
There´s people here, but you are gone.
And I´m fine, still swimming through time.
Afraid some days I´ve reached the shore.
Make yourself free, a man said that to me.
Now my heart is like an open door.
And the road finally gave me back
but I don´t think I´ll unpack
´Cause I´m not sure if I live here anymore.
It´s not my weight that makes me faint.
for the sugar in my blood.
But the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game.
"Is that really you?"
No, I don´t think it ever was.
In the spring,
when the world´s turning green,
I only think about the fall,
or the frets on the board
a progression of chords.
Oh how I want this to resolve.
And the road finally gave me back,
but I don´t think I´ll unpack.
´Cause I´m not sure if I live here anymore.
Now the road finally gave me back,
but I don´t think I´ll unpack.
´Cause I´m not sure If I live here,
no, I´m not sure if I live here anymore.
I´m not sure if I live here anymore
they tore some buildings down.
The traffic´s like a pack of dogs.
There´s fewer trees, windows, fleas,
concrete on the lawn.
There´s people here, but you are gone.
And I´m fine, still swimming through time.
Afraid some days I´ve reached the shore.
Make yourself free, a man said that to me.
Now my heart is like an open door.
And the road finally gave me back
but I don´t think I´ll unpack
´Cause I´m not sure if I live here anymore.
It´s not my weight that makes me faint.
for the sugar in my blood.
But the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game.
"Is that really you?"
No, I don´t think it ever was.
In the spring,
when the world´s turning green,
I only think about the fall,
or the frets on the board
a progression of chords.
Oh how I want this to resolve.
And the road finally gave me back,
but I don´t think I´ll unpack.
´Cause I´m not sure if I live here anymore.
Now the road finally gave me back,
but I don´t think I´ll unpack.
´Cause I´m not sure If I live here,
no, I´m not sure if I live here anymore.
I´m not sure if I live here anymore