Testo di 'Ended Up a Stranger' di The Walkabouts

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