Toward Crescent Park

Tall pines
We finally made it across
State lines
You're letting a long breath out
Twilight on the cover of hanging moss
The light dies and leaves you alone with yourself

Southbound, you just wanna be okay
Get down to the quarter and drink all day
But right now, you can’t shake the likeness you see
‘Cause somehow, it don't match your memory

Scuffing our feet down alien streets
Search for the words and call back to me:
“No one here needs you to be anybody"
No one here needs you to be anybody

Speed past the places where you grew up
Don't ask about the friends that you blew off
You burn gas, get that feeling every highway stop
You’re lost fast in the shadows of your old self

This shape, this frame, this silhouette
Don't match with the portrait in your head
It's grown soft from too much forgetting
An unfocused photo, a permanent negative