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