Part Past Part Fiction - The Chills

Sitting in a foriegn setting

Bands in backgrounds always play

Their phoney lonely cacaphony

It didn’t have to be this way

Some place alone, yeah yeah

And no one known, yeah yeah

So far from home here, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Oohh oohhh, ooohh

I really didn’t choose to leave you

To tear myself away so long

To travel and unravel all the fabric we’d sewn

So now something’s wrong

And the world we used to know has gone

Some place alone, yeah yeah

And no one known, yeah yeah

So far from home here, yeah yeah

Years of awkward confrontation

I’d like to set your mind at ease

But stuck here in these muddled ages

I find the words won’t please

Where could we dwell

Within our past alive and well

Escape from all that’s hard to bear

To where the child that you were creeps near, without fear

Scary things aren’t always clear

To hide in fiction and nostalgia can be eerie too

You cannot drive and stare rearview

Oohh oohhh, ooohh

Some place alone, yeah yeah

And no one known, yeah yeah

So far from home here, yeah yeah, yeah yeah