Susan Gibson - Imaginary Lines Lyrics

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