Same Block Again

Same Block Again
Same Block Again

Third lap past the corner market
Parking ticket under the blade
You say I never really listen
I say you always walk away
Engine idles at the red light
Same old words come back around
We could map this whole argument
By every street we drive through town

Maybe moving is the problem
Maybe stopping is the cure

Same Block Again, same turn, same fight
Same Block Again, burning half the night
We wore a road into the problem we refuse to name
Same Block Again—unless we stop today

I pull over by the playground
Kill the engine, pocket the key
No headlights, no moving scenery
Nothing left to blame but me
You sit quiet for a full minute
Then say the thing beneath the thing
We are both scared if we stop arguing
We might hear what ending means

We thought the loop kept us together
At least the wheels were moving on
We wore a road into the problem
That parking ticket under the wiper said it first

Same Block Again? No, leave the car
Same Block Again? We made it far
Not because the road got kinder or the city changed
Same Block Again—never the same

Same Block Again