Obsidian Swing - The Long Way Home

Follow the lamps nobody knows.
Take the long way home, turn where you please,
This town has a habit of choosing your streets.
New café, old refrain, different window, same damn rain.
Miss the turn, cross the square,
Somehow the street is already there.
Take the long way home, don't trust the signs,
Half of them point where you had in mind.