In "Going Missing," Owen Riegling describes a restless urge to escape a life worn thin by city noise and sleepless nights. The exhaustion of going through the motions turns into a deliberate vanishing, compared to a dog slipping through an open gate or stars hidden by city light. The image of a taillight magician disappearing down a blacktop captures the thrill of leaving without a destination, trading worry for motion. The repeated vow to go missing becomes a promise of relief, where not knowing where he is headed matters less than finally getting gone.
Going Missing Lyrics by Owen Riegling
Concrete wearing these souls down
Street lights keeping me up
I need to trade this noise for a ghost town
Been drinking from a bone dry cup
I’m going missing
I’m going missing
Like a dog when the gate’s left open
Like stars in a city-lit sky
I’m going crazy here going through the motions
You can save all your last seen signs
I’m going missing
Like a map dot man on a mission
Tires on a black top taillight magician
Getting down the road, now you see me, now you don’t
Don’t know where I’m gonna go
All I know’s I’m going missing
I’m going missing
Like white lines on a backroad
Like rock-and-roll on the radio
Like, like a worry out the window
Rear view up in smoke, it’s about time I get going missing
I’m going missing
I’m going missing
I’m going missing
I’m going missing
I’m going missing
I’m going missing
Like a map dot man on a mission
Tires on a black top taillight magician
Getting down the road, now you see me, now you don’t
Don’t know where I’m gonna go
All I know’s I’m going missing
Like a map dot man on a mission
Tires on a black top taillight magician
Getting down the road, now you see me, now you don’t
Don’t know where I’m gonna go
All I know’s I’m going missing
