Keep trying to find your way out of that maze of memories…
It all sort of looks familiar, until you get up close and it’s different. clearly.
But each time you turn a corner, you’re, you’re right back where you were
and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear.
I was dreaming about your record collection
And all of our scratched affection
I woke up with this song in my head this morning
Big old house on the hill
I sat on the windowsill
Leaning out on the breeze
Do I dwell in memories
Or let them be?
…I’ll love you if you changed.
You took off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave, you used to be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined
And eyes like a showroom
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods
I felt lost and found with every step I took
Well I’m changing all my strings
I’m gonna write another travelin’ song
About all the billion highways
And the cities at the break of dawn
