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
