I live in a land of Pop and Supper

I live in a land of Pop and Super.

Of basements and tornados and all sorts of weather.

I still feel like a little girl, experiencing this whole great big world.

Going from place to place, and stopping in between.

To them I am crazy. 

"What brought you out here?"

"Oh you know," I say, "some robbery of a kind".

 I came from a place of soda and diner. 

Of land slides and earthquakes and all kinds of trouble.

People don't seem to understand,

How it is so grand.

But that's ok, they live in their own little bubble.

So I here I go walking 

Into the unseen

Looking for a new kind of destiny.