Packing Strangers 2 (versie 2)

Verse

I was twenty when I left my hometown for the first time

Car full of strangers and a map with no rhyme

Mama waved goodbye from the curb while the engine caught fire

Told me go make some trouble that I'd never retire

Four years later, another move, another name

Packing boxes labeled 'love' into a stranger's frame

I never learned how to fold my life like origami neat

So every room I leave behind becomes a scrap of something I ate

Pre-Chorus

Is this what home looks like now?

Is this how the maps get worn and old and torn apart somehow?

Hold the weight of these boxes tight, hold on to the flame

Chorus

I'm packing strangers in my suitcase tonight

Every window is a different view of the same light

We don't know each other's names but we all got kicked out the same way

So I'll take your coffee cup and your worn-out day

Pack us up like souvenirs from cities that won't stay

Verse

Two years in California where the sunset fades to blue

Six months on the East Coast chasing a job that ain't real yet too

I've never kept a journal or written down a single friend

Just the miles I'm moving through and the fire that never ends

Every stranger becomes an algebra of sorts

Somebody who remembers how it feels to leave the map behind

Pre-Chorus

Is this what home looks like now?

Is this how the maps get worn and old and torn apart somehow?

Hold the weight of these boxes tight, hold on to the flame

Chorus

I'm packing strangers in my suitcase tonight

Every window is a different view of the same light

We don't know each other's names but we all got kicked out the same way

So I'll take your coffee cup and your worn-out day

Pack us up like souvenirs from cities that won't stay

Bridge

I'm not moving through them, they're moving with me now

Together we become a cartography of what never stays still somehow

No single address can keep the fire lit so bright

It's this perpetual motion and the ghosts who cling to the light

Chorus

I'm packing strangers in my suitcase tonight

Every window is a different view of the same light

We don't know each other's names but we all got kicked out the same way

So I'll take your coffee cup and your worn-out day

Pack us up like souvenirs from cities that won't stay

Outro

Packing strangers, packing me too

Hold on to something true