Running into the Past

Her name was Marie, from Alsace Lorraine
Arrived with her sister in 1919
She put out a sign on her store on St. Clair
Sold imported groceries, right over there

And there stood the cooper
And there stood the tailor
A man shaking hands with the Chevrolet dealer
I think that they're here
I think that they're hiding
Just under the paint
Just under the siding

I'm running into the past
To everyone who's run before me
I'm running into the past
To find some kind of message there

I'm running into the past
To chase these ghosts who just ignore me
I'm running into the past
To find it isn't anywhere

What did they do, and what did they say
The day that they stood where I'm looking today
This old painted storefront is faded and peeling
But in the right light I can still get the meaning

And there stood the shop girl
And there stood the waiter
A guy trying a line on the ticket-taker
Don't wait for their words
Don't watch for their waving
They move in the mortar
Mixed in with the paving

Fast as I can
Run as I may
It keeps slowly
Pulling away



Credits
Writer(s): Gary William Hornseth, John Mitchell Armbruster
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