They see the passport stamps the blur of hotel lace
They think they got my number got me pegged and in my place
They draw a box and tell me"This is where you ought to be"
They draw a map of all my faults laid out for them to see
But the ink they use is water and I am made of oil
Their definitions slide right off my permanent turmoil
You can write your review you can have your say
I'll be halfway to the airport by the end of this cliche
Now you see me now you don't
A flicker in the neon a name you won't remember long
I'm the aftertaste of static a footprint in the snow
That's gone before you notice just a story that I outgrew
Now you see me but I'm already gone
You caught a glimpse on Madison under stadium lights
You thought you saw the real thing you thought you saw the heights
But that was just a costume a role I had to play
The script is in the incinerator burning since yesterday
I'm a different constellation in a different hemisphere
By the time you turn your telescope the message will be clear
You can write your review you can have your say
I'll be halfway to the airport by the end of this cliche
Now you see me now you don't
A flicker in the neon a name you won't remember long
I'm the aftertaste of static a footprint in the snow
That's gone before you notice just a story that I outgrew
Now you see me but I'm already gone
I used to crave your witness used to need your seal
To prove that I was solid to prove that I was real
But solid things can shatter and real is a bore
I'd rather be the echo knocking at your door
And when you go to answer find an empty silent hall
The sweetest confirmation that I've outgrown it all
Now you see me now you don't
A ghost in your periphery a beat your heart forgot
I'm the signal in the wires a frequency you can't hold
A story you can't own a truth that's never sold
Now you see me but I'm already gone
(Yeah I'm already gone)
(Yeah I'm already gone)
(Yeah I'm already gone)
(Yeah I'm already gone)
(Yeah I'm already gone)
I used to crave your witness used to need your seal
To prove that I was solid to prove that I was real
But solid things can shatter and real is a bore
I'd rather be the echo knocking at your door
And when you go to answer find an empty silent hall
The sweetest confirmation that I've outgrown it all
Already gone
Now you see me
Now you don't
