Imaginary Lines

Went to New York City on a great big plane Hit the ground running just to catch the next plane When we got to the station we ran straight for the bus Half the population there ahead of us Dallas to New York, Brooklyn to Queens In the same amount of time You're either going 1000 miles an hour Or you're just standing in line Made an appointment with a business suit Took the underground, took the business route Scrapin' the sky in an elevator car Stuck my foot in door cuz the door was ajar The contract read like it was War and Peace And the print was written fine He wouldn't give me a handshake til I signed on the dotted line Imaginary lines Imaginary lines Imaginary lines Grabbed my own set of keys and unfolded the map Left the rat race, left the cheese in the trap Maybe I'm crazy for refusing the help I'm still driven, I'm just driving myself County roads and interstates, an inch for 50 miles You get the lay of the landscape when you drive across state lines Imaginary lines Imaginary lines Imaginary lines All these places I've been driving around Are more than dots on a map, they're my new hometowns Plenty of folks I call my next of kin They take me as I am and they take me in All these man made boundaries can't possibly define Who we make our families by drawing our own bloodlines Imaginary lines Imaginary lines Imaginary lines