Fiction

from Fiction by Albert Alexander

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lyrics

Pack your bags and shut the door, it's finally time to leave
After all this waiting, girl, I hardly can believe
That we're packing hats and jackets as the sun goes back around
While it's shining over China we'll be leaving this old town
The place where we are going ain't up north or in the south
It ain't the Hotel California or the Deep Rock Candy Mount
Honestly, I couldn't tell you where we're gonna go
But I can guarantee it's gonna feel like home

So come with me my darling and we'll whisper of our love
While we're driving to the highway with the baby stars above
And when we reach the city we will till the tortured earth
Breathing in the myth as it comes streaming through the dirt

All around the world there's other people leaving too
In trains and trucks and satellites, and some in just their shoes
Each one's got a story and they'll tell you if you ask
They haven't read the script yet, but they're sure they're in the cast
A lonely Grecian goddess, two lovers who just died
A high-schooler who daydreams and a robot who is kind
An astronaut in orbit and a man who hit his head--
All these people are my neighbors, soon as this sun sets

So come with me my darling and we'll whisper of our love
While we're driving to the highway with the baby stars above
And when we reach the city we will till the tortured earth
Breathing in the myth as it comes streaming through the dirt
A different piece of home rides on the coattails of each lie
We lift them 'til a brand-new constellation fills the sky