White Corridors

Verse 1 I walk the same white corridor I’ve walked a thousand times. The lights above are humming low, their rhythm out of time. A door I swear I passed before is now on my left side, and every sign that points ahead just makes my footsteps slide. Chorus White corridors, left for regret, right for youth. Every door I open only leads me to the truth. I keep on turning corners, but I circle back to you. White corridors— I don’t know which way is true. Verse 2 A trolley squeaks around a bend then fades the way it came. The voices down the hallway speak but don’t recall my name. The floor is marked with arrows that disagree on where to go, and when I try to follow one, it leads me where I used to know. Chorus White corridors, left for regret, right for youth. Every door I open only leads me to the truth. I keep on turning corners, but I circle back to you. White corridors— I don’t know which way is true. Final Chorus White corridors, stretching farther out than sound. Every step I’m taking feels like walking underground. The further that I wander, the more I fade from view. White corridors— I’m losing what is real, aren’t you? “Ooooh… ahhh… I’m right here… I’m right heeere…” Outro (spoken/soft) I can’t tell what’s ahead anymore…