The
Intersections (
Verse 1)
Dat
Romeo
calling
The
asphalt
hums
a
heavy
tune
beneath
my
old
work
boots
We
spend
our
seasons
digging
deep,
just
trying
to
find
the
roots
They
tell
you
life’
s
a
highway,
a
straight
shot
to
the
sun
But
I’
ve
been
staring
at
the
spots
where
all
the
currents
run
Where
the
gravel
hits
the
concrete,
and
the
yellow
lines
go
faint
That’
s
where
you
find
the
history
that
the
planners
couldn't
paint. (
Chorus)
Oh,
we
sing
about
the
journey,
and
we
write
about
the
road
But
it’
s
the
quiet
intersections
where
we
drop
the
heavy
load
It's
the
corner
of
'What
Happened'
and
'The
Ghost
of
Who
I
Was'
Where
the
traffic
lights
are
blinking
just
because.
Yeah,
we
build
our
lives
on
asphalt,
but
we
live
inside
the
blur
Standing
at
the
crossroads
of
the
way
we
never
were. (
Verse 2)
I
saw
a
man
who
looked
like
me
at
thirty-two
and
change
I
saw
a
man
who
looked
like
me
at
thirty-two
and
change
He
had
the
same
crooked
smile,
but
his
eyes
were
cold
and
strange
He
took
the
turn
I
didn’
t
take,
he
bought
the
bigger
house
He
never
learned
to
compromise
or
listen
to
his
spouse
We
locked
eyes
through
the
windshield
as
the
light
turned
into
green
The
closest
things
to
brothers
that
the
world
has
ever
seen. (
Chorus)
Oh,
we
sing
about
the
journey,
and
we
write
about
the
road
But
it’
s
the
quiet
intersections
where
we
drop
the
heavy
load
It's
the
corner
of
'What
Happened'
and
'The
Ghost
of
Who
I
Was'
Where
the
traffic
lights
are
blinking
just
because.
Yeah,
we
build
our
lives
on
asphalt,
but
we
live
inside
the
blur
Standing
at
the
crossroads
of
the
way
we
never
were. (
Bridge)
The
map
is
just
a
blueprint
of
the
promises
we
break
A
record
of
the
structural
concessions
that
we
make
But
there’
s
a
beauty
in
the
idling,
the
waiting
for
the
go
A
million
different
lives
colliding
softly
in
the
snow. (
Outro)
So
let
the
engine
idle.
Let
the
taillights
fade
to
red.
There
are
roads
I'll
never
walk
down,
there
are
words
I
should've
said.
But
I’
m
standing
at
the
corner,
and
the
air
is
clean
and
sweet.
Just
another
living
soul
where
the
intersections
meet.
Yeah,
where
the
intersections
meet
I
met
CHARLESBA,
BECKY.
What
about
Mercy
Please
Romeo’
s
calling