It was too late Too many paces off the clock No one had said a word for too long Since the sun went down And our ship set I haven't seen a thing No footsteps If you forget the way Pretend it's fiction. Don't you worry And remember one thing Adventures are exciting If I get lost, don't forget to look for me I'll stay in one place, and make up ghost stories If we get lost, we'll send out postcards They'll crisscross oceans and sell as memoirs This grand game of manhunt Will be an endless headline When we are found Dead or alive It's a great work of fiction To keep you suspended in your seat A great work of fiction It's been ten days And so many tall tales On my back counting scenes These stories play on eyelid screens Count the chapters float them downstream Making schemes to sell the publishing If I forgot to say I'm not pretending A failing memory Could be the best thing When all you need Is a great ending Got to make them feel smarter than But sorry for your character To seal his place in history I'm coming home in box or on throne To a round of applause