lyrics

i know a girl arrives by telephone
she speaks in dial tones
she’s always on the line
but she’ll break for a call from me
her bags are packes, says let’s get out of town
i think i’m coming down
she got a running tab at the onramp pharmacy
we hit the interstate, she’s passing valentines
she don’t understand, i’m just killing time
where the stars reside/i just vacation
in the space between this place and the flipside
we let everything slide/dream in constellations
our worlds never collide
roll down the window boy and let it idle slow
in case we have to go
gimme a head start we’ll get lost in the scenery
just let me run my rap, show a little skin
maybe check the map
and if you play it right i’ll let you be my accessory
the clock is winding down, it’s time for choosing sides
but do i fold this hand or just let it ride
where the stars reside/i just vacation
in the space between this place and the flipside
we let everything slide/dream in constellations
our worlds never collide
she’s waiting
singing someday my prince will come
she’s sliding up against me striking sparks
says if they ain’t gonna light boy just drink up
and help me raise a toast to the dark
where the stars reside/i just vacation
in the space between this place and the flipside
we let everything slide/dream in constellations
our worlds never collide

story

The almost-true story of two people who aren’t exactly in a relationship…it’s more that they’re the last two people left on a sinking ship. Chiming, crushing guitars join prominent Winwood-style B3 organ to create a Badfinger meets Bowie vibe.