you've been in Europe for a week it's a story i half believed you've been investing in a Chinese company selling herbal tea at half the price of the corner store and doctor meis endorsed your plight to change what has become of you and you say i'm one of many chasing you around these streets, haunting you in coffee shops, imagining you're an artist with a spare room full of canvases and all the secrets that true love has kept revealed inside your bed oh. i'm rarely gullible or Gulliver little things get in the way i've already mapped the exit signs and i'll be laughing in my car you've been waiting for a sign lining plans up in the wings i've been known to wade too far from fables waiting at the bar, jarred above the sound of drunks pushing things a bit too hard i wander off to pack my things