My Street Signs
Navigating Life's Mosaic: Lewis Knudsen's My Street Signs
Lyrics
Sorry I'm not quite sure what you're talking about
Expressing uncertainty or confusion about the topic of conversation.
When you say turn right on seventeenth street
Questioning the meaning of turning right on seventeenth street.
Is that where you turn toward the river just after you pass the trains
Seeking clarification on whether the turn is towards the river after passing trains.
Then OK yes now I know what you're saying
Confirming understanding of the directions.
Cause my street signs are murals on old brick walls
Describing personal street signs as murals on old brick walls.
My directions are band posters on college halls
Comparing personal directions to band posters on college halls.
My turn signals are tattoos
Metaphorically stating that turn signals are like tattoos.
Looking for a sign maybe it's you
Expressing a search for signs, possibly in relationships or life decisions.
Whatever's going toward the light
Referring to things moving towards positivity or enlightenment.
Those are my street signs
Declaring that what moves towards the light represents personal street signs.
Don't tell me to look for the exit with the number two hundred
Rejecting specific numeric directions, preferring visual cues.
Just tell me the picture on the billboard that comes just right before it
Preferring descriptive details, like a billboard image, for guidance.
That's what gets me through the day
Finding solace or motivation in visual stimuli throughout the day.
Taking the scenic way
Choosing a scenic route in life, perhaps embracing unconventional paths.
Takes longer I know
Acknowledging that the scenic route takes longer but accepting it.
But that's OK
Expressing contentment with the slower, unconventional journey.
Cause my street signs are murals on old brick walls
Reiterating the personal nature of street signs as murals on brick walls.
My directions are band posters on college halls
Reinforcing that personal directions are akin to band posters on college halls.
My turn signals are tattoos
Continuing the metaphor, stating that turn signals are like tattoos.
Looking for a sign maybe it's you
Expressing the ongoing search for meaningful signs, possibly in relationships.
Whatever's going toward the light
Reiterating that anything moving towards light represents personal street signs.
Those are my street signs
Emphasizing the personal nature of directions and signs.
Put no numbers on me
Rejecting the imposition of numbers on personal identity or experience.
Put no nail in this tree
Resisting external influences, represented by the metaphorical nail in the tree.
Let me be me let me follow the summer breeze
Desiring freedom and the ability to follow personal inclinations.
The compass is way off
Acknowledging a deviation from conventional directions due to a faulty compass.
These directions are too long
Recognizing that conventional directions may be too lengthy.
But I can remember
Highlighting the power of remembering directions when conveyed through a song.
if you put it in a song
Stressing the memorability of directions when presented in a musical form.
Cause my street signs are murals on old brick walls
Repeating the metaphor of street signs as murals on old brick walls.
My directions are band posters on college halls
Reiterating the comparison of personal directions to band posters on college halls.
My turn signals are tattoos
Emphasizing that turn signals are like tattoos in the context of personal choices.
Looking for a sign maybe it's you
Continuing the search for meaningful signs, possibly in relationships.
Whatever's going toward the light
Reiterating that anything moving towards light represents personal street signs.
I'll know my direction is right
Asserting confidence in the rightness of personal direction when moving towards light.
Those are my street signs
Concluding with a repetition of the metaphor, affirming personal street signs.
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