Lyric

A man on a street corner, his jacket open

Looking at the clock, even though the bus has already left

I must have been standing there myself

Thinking the delay as a sign of something

The kitchen clock ticks too loudly

Dishes piled up, no one home

Reading old notes in a notebook

Looking for a thought I once forgot

I've walked the same roads in different shoes

Thought I was learning, just changed the angle

Same window, different weather

But it was always me at the junction

Someone says I've changed

Maybe that means I'm no longer pretending

A face asks quietly

And I answer with words I no longer use

I've walked the same roads in different shoes

Thought I was learning, just changed the angle

Same window, different weather

But it was always me at the junction

It wasn't the street that curved

It was me leaning

It wasn't the sky that grew cold

It was what I brought that I changed