[Verse 1] The screen is buzzing with that dead-end hum I’m staring at the cable, going kind of numb The DVR’s empty, the signal’s thin I need a plastic case with a movie in I grab my keys and a wrinkled ten Head back to where the nights began Before the algorithm chose my view I’m chasing yellow signs and a bucket of blue [Chorus] I’m driving past the strip mall, searching for the sign Trying to outrun the hands of time Is there a flickering neon cutting through the night Where the New Releases glow in fluorescent light? Just one more aisle, just one more row Does anybody remember where the Blockbusters go? [Verse 2] I pass a boarded Circuit City, weeds in the lot The GPS says, “Yeah… this is the spot” But it’s a yoga studio, a cold juice bar I lean on the hood of my rusted car I can smell the popcorn, the cleaner on the floor Hear the scanner beep at the counter once more Flipping through the boxes, hoping I’m lucky The world moved on — feels rushed and sloppy [Pre-Chorus] Everything’s faster, thinner, compressed A million choices, none feel best [Chorus] I’m driving past the strip mall, searching for the sign Trying to outrun the hands of time Is there a flickering neon cutting through the night Where the New Releases glow in fluorescent light? Just one more aisle, just one more row Does anybody remember where the Blockbusters go? [Bridge] I don’t want a menu, I don’t want to scroll I want something solid to hold my soul I’ll pay the late fee, I’ll take the blame Just give me a sticker and a hand-written name “Be Kind, Rewind” — that was the code Now I’m buffering life on a high-speed road [Guitar Solo — warm, worn, slightly warped] [Final Chorus] Yeah, I’m driving past the strip mall, chasing a sign Trying to steal back borrowed time Is there a flickering neon still burning bright For a Friday night and a case snapped tight? Just one more aisle, just one more row Does anybody remember where the Blockbusters go? [Outro] Maybe I’ll drive to Bend, Oregon They say there’s one still holding on A blue-and-gold ghost in a digital age Turn the car around… Flip the page [Fade out: VCR click → soft tape hiss]

Where the Blockbusters Go