Tourist Trap

It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas There's concrete on the lawn There's people here but you are gone And I find still swimming through time Afraid some days I've reached the shore "Make yourself free" Man said back to me Now my heart is like an open door And the road finally gave me back But I don't think I'll unpack Because I'm not sure if I live here any more It's not my weight that makes me faint or the sugar in my blood but the way these strangers stand so close They say my name like a guessing game "Is that really you?" No, I don't think it ever was In the spring When the world's turning green I only think about the fall The frets on the board My progression of chords Oh, how I want this to resolve And the road finally gave me back But I don't think I'll unpack Because I'm not sure if I live here any more Now the road finally gave me back But I don't think I'll unpack Because I'm not sure if I live here No, I'm not sure if I live here No, I'm not sure if I live here Anymore --- Tourist Trap - Bright Eyes