The Last Place I Saw You Alive - The Mountain Goats

I’m not thinking of you

When I swing left onto Gordon Avenue

It’s just the way the traffic veers

Haven’t driven down these streets in years

But then I pass the last place I saw you alive

I walk the narrow path these days

I can’t see going back to my old ways

Call to mind sometimes that bloody, stinking mess

Us worms turn into butterflies, I guess

But then I pass the last place I saw you alive

It’s changed since you were here, or else it hasn’t

It was special, it was deadly

It was ours and then it wasn’t

But then I pass the last place I saw you alive