Fag City Single

Where cement turns to gravel turns to dirt
And you grab a handful and praise the Earth
Look for a run-down house with cooking supper and a subsequent mother

There's a brightness lighting up the basement
A former flame I couldn't not mention
He got away to the country, I called Miss Paisley lovely
Called him lots of things, all the time
Lost the signal-where's the landline when you need it?
When you need to say "I still sniff your blankets"

Fag city, fog city
We're gonna get there baby
Come with me, fog city
I'm gonna get there someday if you'll let me
But he won't let me down

That last night, I put my glasses on
He biked over in those long johns, cut our hair off
Just to see his father's reaction
But the U-Haul was already there, he said "Son, we're moving to Nebraska"

Fag city, fog city
We're gonna get there baby
Come with me, fog city
I'm gonna get there someday if you'll let me
But he won't let me down

And you're about to head eastbound
And you're looking at the train in the opposite direction
And all of a sudden one of you starts moving but you can't tell who

Are we perpetually faking the feeling of motion?