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Two hands on the wheel and
I’m grinding my teeth,
Slow drive through a strange world
With no sign of relief.
I’m seeing faces but I’m
Forgetting names.
Every street I turn down
Feels exactly the same.

Looking for a red door,
Looking for a red door,
Looking for a red door
I call home.

The numbers and the street signs
Dematerialize
These houses look familiar now
But I don’t know why
It all means something, but
I don’t know what…
The life I used to live
Until I forgot.

Looking for a red door,
Looking for a red door,
Looking for a red door
I call home.

A right turn and a right turn
And a right turn again,
The world I’m looking for is
Right around the bend.
A stitch in time,
A slipping mind.
A glimpse of a life
That left me behind.
Looking for a red door,
Looking for a red door,
Looking for a red door
I call home.

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from Slow Drive Through a Strange World, released March 8, 2020

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