Storefronts

All the storefronts have emptied and they got new names on old streets

Brittle asphalt deteriorates under my feet the landscape is changing

Faded sign tells me Christ is King that he paid for my penance on Calvary

If I missed your call I'm not answering leave no message no name and no number

This used to be my block it ain't home to me anymore

No longer what I thought can't relate to this anymore

Got an old set of keys they changed the locks and don't fit in here anymore

I'm a stranger now to the places I hung around

Borrowed time no intent to pay

back against the proverbial wall most days I trace her footsteps around my place

And imagine some errand she's running

Seen a fair share of misery

Used to talk like her memory could answer me

Now I am no stranger to suffering

I just wait for my turn cuz it's coming

This used to be my lot I don't tend to it anymore

No longer what I thought there's no trace of me anymore

Got a box of her keepsakes, pictures in frames I can't look at them anymore

I'm a stranger now to the places we hung around

This used to be my block it ain't home to me anymore

No longer who I was there's no place for me anymore

Got a shelf full of records that I used to play they don't sing for me anymore

I'm a stranger now to the places I hung around

Just a shape in the halls of a house in a ghost town