Places hold memories…some places more than other.
It was time to get out of town, I got a ticket north
one sunny day in late September
the tagging on the bridges and the walls along the way
wasn’t quite as nice as I remember
I got off in Salem town and climbed that flight of steps
I’ve always had a good time on these streets
nothin’ had changed but nothin’ was the same
everything had changed
I didn’t recognize the ground beneath my feet.
So I ain’t going up to Salem no more
it used to be magical, now it’s just a bore
I can see you standing behind every door
and I ain’t going up to Salem no more.
I didn’t stay, I took the next train back
I just grabbed an empty seat and settled down
the conductor was unfriendly, the window glass was fogged
it started raining when I got back into town.