Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song State Road 25, artist - ThouShaltNot. Album song New World, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 02.09.2013
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
State Road 25 |
You’re driving, it’s just after midnight |
And pavement fades to dirt roads, cast grey by your high beams |
And in a flash you see me: I’m waving to you so hopefully |
«I'm so drowsy and I was hoping |
That you could drop me off at the stone house |
That’s over just two more hills |
I’ve got to get home before my parents start worrying for me» |
Between the kindness of strangers and the rumble of the road |
There’s a slow kind of remembering that takes years to unfold |
Its in the dahlias by the ditches and the backseat of a car |
Yes I am grateful to the strangers who have taken me this far |
And as the trees soaked with starlight in time |
Are replaced by endless crosses suspending electrical arteries |
And streetlights and billboards for pesticide, I say, «we're almost there» |
You glance in your rearview and see just how |
Filthy I have gotten from walking in darkness |
Since God knows when |
And turning you look to the house now ablaze in yellow glare |
Between the kindness of strangers and the rumble of the road |
There’s a slow kind of remembering that takes years to unfold |
Its in the dahlias by the ditches and the backseat of a car |
And I am grateful to the strangers who have taken me this far |
I am grateful to the strangers who have taken me this far |
So you step out to open my door and |
To wish me well; |
it’s freezing, yes, it’s absolutely as cold as hell |
And red glowing hazard lights blink like clock out of sync |
Are you all alone now? |
Where could I |
Have run off to so quickly? |
A knock on my parents' door |
A knowing sigh |
My father will ask you inside |
Ask you if the one to whom you had given my ride |
Was all dirty pale and quiet with racehorse’s eyes |
'Cause you know that I’ve been gone since 1995 |
And you’re not the first to try |
(But I’m still alive) |
Between the kindness of strangers and the rumble of the road |
There’s a slow kind of remembering that takes years to unfold |
Its in the dahlias by the ditches and the backseat of a car |
And I am grateful to the strangers who have taken me |
Yes I am grateful to the strangers who have taken me |