Lyrics
Can anybody in this old town
Expressing a general inquiry about whether anyone in the town can provide guidance or direction.
Tell me where that I'm supposed to be
Seeking information about one's purpose or destination in the town.
Cause I've been running from the very start but
Reflecting on a continuous journey, possibly running away from something, but acknowledging the cyclical nature by mentioning "the very start."
Towards the end of where I started
Pointing towards a paradoxical situation of moving towards the end while starting from there, suggesting a circular or repetitive pattern.
It's hard to say I'll be alright
Expressing difficulty in assuring well-being in the future.
So I won't say anything
Choosing silence as a response, possibly due to the challenges faced and the uncertainty ahead.
Cause when the days are over you'll see that I'm not the person that I used to be
Anticipating a change in identity or personality as time progresses.
Cause I've been working Sundays, yeah, I've been working Sundays
Highlighting the routine of working on Sundays, possibly representing a commitment or sacrifice.
And though you get a little closer the moments gone yeah, the city's got a piece of me
Acknowledging the fleeting nature of moments and the impact of the city on personal experiences.
Cause I've been working Sundays, yeah, I've been working Sundays
Reiterating the regularity of working on Sundays and its impact on personal connections.
Can anybody in this old town
Repeating the initial question, emphasizing the search for identity and purpose.
Tell me who that I'm supposed to be
Reiterating the quest for self-identity in the town.
Cause I've been looking out for road signs
Mentioning the act of searching for guidance through road signs, indicating a desire for direction.
Driving where I'm not supposed to be
Driving into uncharted territory, challenging established norms or expectations.
And everybody on the sidelines
Referring to external opinions urging a commitment or promise not to leave.
They say you've gotta promise that you won't leave
Expressing a sense of obligation to fulfill promises despite personal choices.
So I keep running through the red lights
Continuing to defy rules or restrictions, taking risks to ensure freedom.
Just so I know I can go
Seeking assurance by intentionally running through red lights, risking consequences.
Cause when the days are over you'll see that I'm not the person that I used to be
Anticipating a transformation in personal identity as time progresses.
Cause I've been working Sundays, yeah, I've been working Sundays
Reaffirming the commitment to working on Sundays and its impact on personal connections.
And though you get a little closer the moments gone yeah, the city's got a piece of me
Emphasizing the irreversible nature of time and the city's influence on personal growth.
Cause I've been working Sundays, yeah, I've been working Sundays
Repeating the acknowledgment of the routine of working on Sundays and its consequences.
Standing on the outside
Describing a state of being on the outskirts, possibly feeling disconnected or alienated.
I'm running from my rise to my fall
Summarizing a journey from success ("rise") to failure ("fall").
Just tell me I'll be alright
Seeking assurance or information about well-being in the face of challenges.
Or tell me nothing at all
Expressing a preference for either positive reassurance or complete honesty.
Cause I've been looking out for road signs
Repeating the act of searching for road signs, emphasizing the quest for guidance.
Driving where I'm not supposed to be
Continuing to explore uncharted paths, challenging societal expectations.
So I keep running from the headlights
Avoiding direct confrontation with challenges, opting to run away from them.
Just so I know
Reiterating the intentional act of running away from challenges or problems.
Cause when the days are over you'll see that I'm not the person that I used to be
Anticipating a change in personal identity as time progresses.
Cause I've been working Sundays, yeah, I've been working Sundays
Affirming the commitment to working on Sundays and its impact on personal connections.
And though you get a little closer the moments gone yeah, the city's got a piece of me
Acknowledging the fleeting nature of moments and the city's influence on personal growth.
Cause I've been working Sundays, yeah, I've been working Sundays
Repeating the commitment to working on Sundays and its consequences.
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