Curse Of The I-5 Corridor Lyrics - Neko Case

I waited too long to write this down 

The startling sensation is fading 

The sweet, sweet burn 

Of the first drink of the night, underage 

And knowing that you're gonna get away with it 

You were a good man before you knew it 

And i'm not vain enough to think 

That i'd have been good for you if i'd stayed 

In the current of your life 

I was an eyelash in the shipping lanes 

Now i'm so scared about mystery 

I fear i smell extinction 

In the folds of this novocaine age coming on 

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I miss the smell of mystery 

Reverb leaking out of tavern doors 

And not knowing 

How the sounds were made 

So i left home and i faked my i.d. 

I fucked every man that i wanted to be 

I was so stupid then 

Why should mystery give it's life for me? 

Baby I'm afraid 

But it's not your fault 

Maybe i should go 

Home alone tonight 

Baby I'm afraid 

But it's not your fault 

Maybe i should go 

Home alone tonight 

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Now I see you in our old home 

Where I'm always scared to go 

Those thirty garbage miles 

Making wet cigarette butts and used tires 

To be poor as the anchor that makes us so sure.. 

Your sandy voice across my brow 

You haven't aged a day 

Is it because you took a shortcut 

That makes people say you're crazy 

Is it true? 

You're a time traveler you? 

Is it true? 

You've seen crazy too? 

Can it be a comfort 

Between us? 

Because I never want to know for sure 

Baby I'm afraid 

But it's not your fault 

Maybe i should go 

Home alone tonight 

Baby I'm afraid 

But it's not your fault 

Maybe i should go 

Home alone tonight 

Now i write this in a pale town 

Where excitement is a yellow curb 

My dream awake leaps through my window 

From the highway 

You turn my head and set the brake too late 

Release the tears of metric tons 

The crash. it comes. 

And pours down my public face 

Behind a reservoir of collarbones 

And forms two private lakes 

Baby, I'm afraid 

Your orbit is so easy 

You haven't gained a day 

We're two self fulfilling prophecies 

Who don't even have each other 

Not that we would ever get away with it