Exit On An Interstate
Journey of Ghosts: Echoes along the Interstate
Lyrics
I go down Seventh
I navigate through Seventh Street.
Watch my reflection in the windows as I stumble by
Observing my reflection in windows as I walk unsteadily.
Searching hard for a sliver of a history
Intensely searching for a fragment of history.
A glimmer that I recognize
Yearning for a glimmer that is familiar.
Get it all out now
Expressing emotions and thoughts openly.
But it always stays inside instead
Despite expressing, emotions remain internalized.
I've been screaming in the canyons downtown
Screaming loudly in city canyons.
But the buildings got the same reply
Buildings echoing with a repetitive response.
This place feels haunted
Feeling a sense of haunting in the surroundings.
Ever since we went away
The haunting feeling started when 'we' departed.
I know it was home for a while
Acknowledging that it was once a home.
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Now reduced to a mere exit on an interstate.
Turn the radio up
Increasing the volume of the radio intensely.
So loud that I can feel it burning in my bones
The music resonates deeply in the bones.
Try to conjure up the spirits from the city
Attempting to revive the city's spirits.
That are better off just left alone
Suggesting that some spirits are better left undisturbed.
As if streets want to remember
Implying that streets retain memories.
As if a house could ever know that you had called it home
As if a house can remember being called 'home.'
As if the sentiment of permanence outlasts
Reflecting on the lasting sentiment against the indifference of materials.
The indifference of glass and stone
Suggesting that permanence is challenged by glass and stone.
This place feels haunted
Continuing to feel haunted in the current environment.
Ever since we went away
The haunting started after the departure.
I know it was home for a while
Acknowledging that it was home for a period.
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Now reduced to an exit on an interstate.
This used to be more than
Highlighting a past when the place held more significance.
Gas stations and out-of-state license plates
Now characterized by gas stations and out-of-state plates.
Thought it was something more
Realization that it was once perceived as something more.
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Now reduced to an exit on an interstate.
Find our old spot by the river
Attempting to revisit a past location by the river.
And I dive into the water cold and black
Immersing into the cold, black water.
Hold my breath and let the current pull me forward
Submerging and letting the current guide.
But I can't get the feeling back
Unable to recapture the initial feeling.
After all that's happened
Reflecting on the considerable distance covered since the last meeting.
Have we covered this much distance since I saw you last
Questioning the authenticity of memories.
Is it true that our memories are certain
Contemplating if memories are certain or fabricated.
Or do we all just invent our past
Pondering on the invention of the past by individuals.
This place meant something
Acknowledging the significance of the place in the past.
Long before we went away
It was once a home before departing.
I know it was home for a while
Now reduced to an exit on an interstate.
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Reflecting on the current existence—tied to stories and memories.
Is this all that I have now
Questioning if this is all that remains now.
A handful of stories tethered to a time and place
Stories connected to a specific time and place.
Thought it was something more
Recognition that it was once perceived as something more.
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Now reduced to an exit on an interstate.
Now it's just an exit on an interstate
Repetition emphasizing the current state.
Now it's just an exit on an interstate
Emphasizing the current status as an exit on an interstate.
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