Slipping into Fiction

Bad news on her doorstep
She doesn’t need to lie, she doesn’t need her conscience
Misused by her bad, bad mess
It’s time to draw the shade, it’s time to stop the madness
With the moon up above and the stars in the palm of her hand
So she drifts far away to a place only she’ll understand, yeah
She don’t like what she hears
She don’t like what she sees
In this she can believe
So she’s slipping into fiction
She don’t like what she hears
She don’t like what she sees
In this she can believe
So she’s slipping, slipping into fiction
Bad news knocks her door down
She’s tired of all those cold, cold nights so lonely
Blue skies and green waters
They don’t exist she’s a world away from all that now
With the moon up above she drifts far away in the night
She don’t like what she hears
She don’t like what she sees
In this she can believe
So she’s slipping into fiction
She don’t like what she hears
She don’t like what she sees
In this she can believe
So she’s slipping, slipping into fiction