Formerly 33
And we’re speeding carelessly
Maybe there’s another way
And we’ll get out of here someday
Blinding storm slows us down
Oh, this never-ending town. I told you that
The next stop would be the last
Still we never quite get past –
Formerly.
Seeking shelter in the strip mall, grease ball,
Tired trucker coffee stop
Where they sell postcards, maps, and shooting caps
Together, for a dollar a pop
But we don’t plan to stay, not even for the day
Or for a hour just to browse or to shop –
Formerly
Formerly 33
And we’re speeding carelessly
Maybe there’s another way
And we’ll get out of here someday
Tires squeal. The road is slick.
Time of death: Ten oh six.
The OPP is speeding down the lane to the crash scene
Tomorrow, this will just be a bad dream
Formerly
Ball of fire in your rearview mirror
Blinded for a second by the glare
Two more hours and the city’s feeling nearer
But you’re not sure we’re ever getting there
Even though I told you, you were driving too fast
We never did get past – Formerly.
Formerly 33
And we’re speeding carelessly
Maybe there’s another way
And we’ll get out of here someday
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