Tourist Trap

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
There’s concrete on the lawn
There’s people here but you are gone
And I find still swimming through time
Afraid some days I’ve reached the shore
«Make yourself free»
A man said back 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
Because I’m not sure if I live here any more
It’s not my weight that makes me faint
Or 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
The frets on the board
My 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
Because I’m not sure if I live here any more
Now the road finally gave me back
But I don’t think I’ll unpack
Because I’m not sure if I live here
No, I’m not sure if I live here
No, I’m not sure if I live here
Anymore