© 2017 J Oscar Bittinger

VERSE 1
Everybody knows something you don’t know
Everybody has some place else to go
You’ve been reading a park bench so you’re
Prepared to write
The Fiction of a Real Life

VERSE 2
You dream of passion in knee-high stockings
You worry that somebody might be watching
Pedal past the news stand on your paper-route bike
Delivering the Fiction of a Real Life

INSTRUMENTAL (verse chords)

BRIDGE: 
Your favorite seasons are spring and fall
Sleep in a nightshirt but never
Nothing at all
Brush your hair in a room of black and white tile
You’re only staying there awhile

VERSE 3
They’re making movies on the next street down
You watch the watchful cop cars cruising around
Who plays part of the lover of the unloved wife
In this Fiction of a Real Life
Fiction of a Real Life
You could direct it if they like
This Fiction of a Real Life

Everybody knows something you don’t know
Everybody has some place else to go