Cacophonous and slippery 4: 35 in the mornin' And i'm drivin' these streets Tryin' to capture every sound My microphone hangs out the back seat window And what i don't succeed in capturin' Turns weightless and indifferent Lord, i've become a stranger... in my old haunts Blips and bleeps And siren squalls This town it just gets richer And it's teeth get clenched And i am just a statue Of a long lost fearless age Our maladies our strategies This microphone my wanderin's aside Lord, i've become a stranger... in my old haunts Hello desire and what your spooky name implies In you, i found my silk and swagger, The calm before the prize And though i once was warned You'd be the grave in which i'd lie With you, i was no stranger... in my old haunts Someday i'll hit the turnpike Speed past a truck stop burnin' It'll streak my rearview mirror It'll fade, a lonely flicker And i'll listen to these tapes i've made My symphony of phantoms Lord, i've ended up a stranger in my old haunts I've become a stranger... in my old haunts