I'm not thinking of you
When I swing left onto Gordon Avenue
It's just the way the traffic veers
Haven't driven down these streets in years

But then I pass the last place I saw you alive

I walk the narrow path these days
I can't see going back to my old ways
Call to mind sometimes that bloody, stinking mess
Us worms turn into butterflies, I guess

But then I pass the last place I saw you alive

It's changed since you were here, or else it hasn't
It was special, it was deadly
It was ours and then it wasn't

It's only now and then you come to mind
There's a trillion things you left behind
It's just the way the math works out
Nothing really to get worked up about

But then I pass the last place I saw you alive

Copyright: PACIFIC ELECTRIC MUSIC
Writer(s): John Darnielle