She said goodbye and put a pad-lock on the door
Swallowed the key just to be extra sure
But then fear stepped in, poured water on the floor
Now there’s a river between two oceanic hearts that live as shores
And she’s been paddling herself back and forth
In a boat safe for one and no more
And every time she lifts her oars, she creates tidal bores
As her boat sinks slowly, forever lost offshore
It’s not the transport that is sinking
The destination is just shrinking
He drove away and down shifted his pain
Removed all maps from a glove box with no fingers to count his claims
Let them fade from his memory, rip holes in her frame
Erase all existence of previous travels like a father with no son to bare his name
But with no maps to guide him, all those dark roads looked the same
And that town he found felt welcome, but wasn’t found without aim
Littered with faces of retired actors using alias stage names
He’s been home all along with only himself to blame
It’s not the transport that is sinking
The destination is just shrinking
In the morning neither one of our victims learned a thing
Both held captive by their own stubbornness and refusal to change
Still chasing phantom ghosts, finding only emptiness and turning self estranged
Lining up lovers like coke cans in an open heartless firing range
And as the bodies pile high, so rises the odor of their fame
Angry townsfolk grow tired of their antics, bring torches to set flames
To these monsters that only take, and give back nothing but pain
Both too blind to see it’s the fear of losing love again that has made them this way
It’s not the transport that is sinking
The destination is just shrinking
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