Tourist Trap by Bright Eyes

Our family friends were renovating their house several years ago, and invited us over to spray-paint one of the walls that was going to be torn down. There's a line in the song "Tourist Trap" by Bright Eyes that is repeated throughout the song, that says: "I'm not sure if I live here anymore." I decided to spray paint these words all over the wall for the sake of irony. What I accidentally wrote instead is "I don't think I live here anymore." Although it relatively means the same thing, "I'm not sure" and "I don't think" sound different enough that the affect of the words change. Even though that wall is long gone, pictures exist of the spray paint, and every time I hear this song, I remember how I changed the meaning of the song by accidentally writing down the wrong lyrics. This is not a song to be messed with; it has some of the most powerful lyrics I have ever heard. The song appears in the Four Winds EP (2007) released right before Cassadaga (2007). The song "Four Winds" appeared on the Four Winds EP and was the main single off of Cassadaga. Cassadaga wasn't Conor Oberst's best effort and there were some songs I wouldn't have included, like "Make a Plan to Love Me" and "Soul Singer in a Session Band." "Tourist Trap" should have absolutely been included instead and is seriously too underrated of a song. Lyrics are below (the lines I like the best are bolded). On a side note, wikipedia says Johnny Depp named Cassadaga one of his "favorite things" of 2007.

It's not the road we used to know,
They tore some buildings down.
The traffic's like a pack of dogs.
There's fewer trees, windows, fleas,
Concrete on the lawn.
There's people here, but you are gone.

And I'm fine, still swimming through time.
Afraid some days I've reached the shore,
Make yourself free, a man said that to me,
Now my heart is like an open door.

And the road finally gave me back,
But I don't think I'll unpack,
'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.

It's not my weight that makes me faint,
For the sugar in my blood,
But the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game.
"Is that really you?"
No, I don't think it ever was.

In the spring,
When the world's turning green,
I only think about the fall,
Or the frets on the board
a progression of chords,
Oh how I want this to resolve.

And the road finally gave me back,
But I don't think I'll unpack.
'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.

Now the road finally gave me back,
But I don't think I'll unpack.
'Cause I'm not sure If I live here,
No, I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
I'm not sure if I live here anymore...