LYRICS

Trip the Light (2005)

Formerly 33

Formerly 33
And we're speeding carelessly
Maybe there's another way
And we'll get out of here someday

Blinding storm slows us down
Oh, this never-ending town. I told you that
The next stop would be the last
Still we never quite get past -
Formerly.

Seeking shelter in the strip mall, grease ball,
Tired trucker coffee stop
Where they sell postcards, maps, and shooting caps
Together, for a dollar a pop
But we don't plan to stay, not even for the day
Or for a hour just to browse or to shop -
Formerly

Formerly 33
And we're speeding carelessly
Maybe there's another way
And we'll get out of here someday

Tires squeal. The road is slick.
Time of death: Ten oh six.
The OPP is speeding down the lane to the crash scene
Tomorrow, this will just be a bad dream
Formerly

Ball of fire in your rearview mirror
Blinded for a second by the glare
Two more hours and the city's feeling nearer
But you're not sure we're ever getting there

Even though I told you, you were driving too fast
We never did get past - Formerly.

Formerly 33
And we're speeding carelessly
Maybe there's another way
And we'll get out of here someday