The Map Lyrics

You were the first time I didn’t settle

for less than a perfect dream

yours was the first kiss that made my heart melt

like a hollywood ending

even though my heart will twist

and turn the whole way through

please bare with me as it separates in two



Maybe it’s the cloud passing by the sun

maybe it’s the child that hasn’t come

but we’re travelers, and we’re weary, weary



As I sit here touching cities

on a map of New York state

the days not yet half over

but the darkness feels so late

you fold that map between us

wet and wrinkled from my tears

you’re doubting us in silence

until the darkness clears



Maybe it’s the cloud passing by the sun

maybe it’s the child that hasn’t come

or what the maker of the map has left undone



god only knows, that these cities can’t sustain us

just one twisted sign post

and you’re half a life away

but I am convinced, that this map was meant to join us

the roads are the clue, they branch out to meet you



Maybe it’s the cloud passing by the sun

maybe it’s the child that hasn’t come

but we’re travelers, and we’re weary, weary

Maybe it’s the cloud passing by the sun

maybe it’s the child that hasn’t come

or what the maker of the map has left undone