Imaginary Song

I live in an imaginary town
I’ve got imaginary people all around me fallin down
And I play in an imaginary band,
I strum on my guitar in my imaginary hands
Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime
Than a crushed velvet second of an imaginary time
Imaginary time
I work at an imaginary job
I can’t imagine how I ever held this job so long
And I go to an imaginary school
And imaginary homework and imaginary rules
Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime
Than a crushed velvet second of imaginary time
Imaginary time
Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime
Than a crushed velvet second of imaginary time
Imaginary time
An imaginary moment unimaginably long
and now we’re at the end of my imaginary song