Route Nine Legends
I saw Kevin in the old parking lot
He hit me up for change
He didn't recognize me, but I'd know him any place
I heard he did some time, and then I heard he got an apartment, but he didn't want to stop and chat
Just continued on his way
I don't think it's true that people never really change. Sometimes I wonder if it's all we ever do, but it's hard to make it happen on a schedule
It seems like we're just spinning our wheels, and then suddenly...wе move
I saw Jeff and Ruth at their housе on a Tuesday afternoon
I knew them when we were young, and I'll know them when we're gray
I liked when we were feral youth who joined the circus, but not compared to sitting with people I love after things turned out okay
I don't think it's true that people like us never change, but we don't always change quite in the ways we would have liked to
Sometimes we just respond to life a time or two or ten hundred, and give ‘em time to spread and those reactions will be tangled in the roots
Sometimes I think I've changed, and then I visit where I grew up
The old ways come alive, and I don't always like them now, but there's something that I love about a stop sign where I can't turn left on Sundays in the summer ‘cause that's when there is the flea market in town
I think that there are some things that we can't ever change, but I don't mean some great evil or cowardice inside
There could be a lot of that, but sweep it all away: the thing that's left is empty, and it's full, and we can't kill it if we try
He hit me up for change
He didn't recognize me, but I'd know him any place
I heard he did some time, and then I heard he got an apartment, but he didn't want to stop and chat
Just continued on his way
I don't think it's true that people never really change. Sometimes I wonder if it's all we ever do, but it's hard to make it happen on a schedule
It seems like we're just spinning our wheels, and then suddenly...wе move
I saw Jeff and Ruth at their housе on a Tuesday afternoon
I knew them when we were young, and I'll know them when we're gray
I liked when we were feral youth who joined the circus, but not compared to sitting with people I love after things turned out okay
I don't think it's true that people like us never change, but we don't always change quite in the ways we would have liked to
Sometimes we just respond to life a time or two or ten hundred, and give ‘em time to spread and those reactions will be tangled in the roots
Sometimes I think I've changed, and then I visit where I grew up
The old ways come alive, and I don't always like them now, but there's something that I love about a stop sign where I can't turn left on Sundays in the summer ‘cause that's when there is the flea market in town
I think that there are some things that we can't ever change, but I don't mean some great evil or cowardice inside
There could be a lot of that, but sweep it all away: the thing that's left is empty, and it's full, and we can't kill it if we try