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Dust motes dance in the closet light
Cardboard box, corners worn from time
I lift the lid,
a faded stack appears
Instant shots from places I can't place
Red dirt roads and eucalyptus haze A stranger's smile in every frame
Who was driving? Where was I going?
These faces look like mine but feel unknown
(ohhh) A box of bad polaroids
Faded colors from a life I never lived
Across the sunburnt country,
chasing ghosts
These pictures say I went but I don't know (ooh ooh)
Outback sunsets bleeding into night
A caravan park and a borrowed van
Maps unfolded on a dashboard cracked
Names on signs I swear I've never seen
The woman in the photo waves goodbye Her eyes hold secrets from
another time I trace the edges,
searching for a sign
That this was mine before the years erased it
(hmmm) Maybe the road remembers what the mind forgets
These squares of paper hold what time erases
I close the box but the questions stay
A stranger's journey in my own handwriting
A box of bad polaroids
Faded colors from a life I never lived
Across the sunburnt country,
chasing ghosts
These pictures say I went but I don't know (ooh ooh)
The box goes back on the shelf
But the road still calls from faded frames (ahhhh)