The Walkabouts
Текст песни Ended Up A Stranger

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