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Road to Somewhere Lyrics
Walking down the Mercer St
Been a long hot summer
Rain like daggers coming
Down on me
Get a feeling it's too late
But alone, together, could
Be we might start it up
Allover again
Dream, dream you're not
Too late
Sweet road to somewhere else
Listen to the radio
Are you calling?
3 o'clock I'm on my way
On the road to somewhere
Little clouds like wounds
That blow away
Listening to the radio like a
Friend that guides me
Playing out every song
We used to know
Dream, dream you're not
Too late
Sweet road to somewhere else
Listen to the radio
Are you calling?
Bring it on
Come along
On the road to somewhere
Take our time
See the signs
On the road to somewhere
Been a long hot summer
Rain like daggers coming
Down on me
Get a feeling it's too late
But alone, together, could
Be we might start it up
Allover again
Too late
Sweet road to somewhere else
Are you calling?
On the road to somewhere
Little clouds like wounds
That blow away
Listening to the radio like a
Friend that guides me
Playing out every song
We used to know
Too late
Sweet road to somewhere else
Are you calling?
Come along
On the road to somewhere
Take our time
See the signs
On the road to somewhere
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Probably the strongest song on the new album (for me anyway!!) Its got that floaty but stingy air of something that Goldfrapp does best. As for the lyrics... seems to keep to a common theme with those on this album... shes thinking of somone who gave her poor heart a hard time.
Not much attention for such an amazing song.. Seems to be about even when your heart is broken and all is lost.. if you keep following the metaphorical road, living life, it will lead to somewhere better. Not sure though.
"Road To Somewhere"
Walking down the Mercer Street Been a long hot summer, Rain like daggers' coming down on me.
Get a feeling it's too late But alone, together, Could be we might start it up all over again.
Dreary, you're not too late, Sweet road to somewhere else.
Hidden on the radio... you're good, Hidden on the radio... you're good.
Three o'clock I'm on my way On the road to somewhere, Little clouds like wounds that blow away.
Listening to the radio Like a friend that guides me, Playing out every song We used to know.
Dreary, you're not too late, Sweet road to somewhere else.
Hidden on the radio... you're good, Hidden on the radio... you're good.
Bring it on, come along On the road to somewhere, Take your time, see the signs On the road to somewhere.
(Hidden on the radio... you're good,) Bring it on, come along On the road to somewhere, (Hidden on the radio... you're good,) Take your time, see the signs On the road to somewhere, Do you know I'm real...? Do you know I'm real...?
For visualization, Mercer Street seems to be a cobbled avenue in NYC. The setting seems a bit ambiguous, walking through the rain listening to the radio at either 3 am or pm. If it's the afternoon, I imagine her on her way towards something to move forward from whatever daggers she went through. If it's late into the night, I imagine a dreary & surreal walk to escape the intense feeling of the daggers. I'm not sure if she's carrying a radio or listening with headphones or remembering listening or hearing a radio in the street. It seems the point is that it's a painful blur. I love how she takes the hesitation of "get a feeling it's too late" & challenges it with "you're not too late".