V A E L O R A - The Third Door

And somehow they still lead to you.
Every light's still burning, every shadow feels the same.
Three exits from forever, but I never really changed.
On the back seat of a Chevy,
I found an old street map with circles drawn around the places I thought I'd never have back.
Then the station lights went dark,
And the town began to fade,
Like it only ever lived inside the memories I saved.