[Lyric] Atacama (Nonfiction [PA])

Oxford and American
Sad patrons pay my debts
With families back at home
But they want to go
Where everybody knows their name
Dear old landlord
Dear PPA
Dear Sallie Mae
You’re all in every shadow that I see
I buy the farm, the shadow leaves
Suddenly I’m free
Free love always
I’m at peace
Free love always

If I make it out
Alive for you
If I make it home
I’m dying for you
Guide my little soul to the biggest room
If I make it out
Alive for you
Now I’ve been hiding out
In a North New Jersey Motel 6
I liven up the place with shiny stones
That I defend with sharpened sticks
Outside what’s free
Free love always
Let me sleep
Free love always

If I make it out
Alive for you
If I make it home
I’m dying for you
Guide my little soul to the biggest room
If I make it out
Alive for you

So if i’m your currency
Then you’ll be keeping me
Like a pawn you need
I’m a coin in the vending machine
I’m a crack in the foundation

If I make it out
Alive for you
If I make it home
I’m dying for you
Guide my little soul to the big room
If I make it out
Alive for you