The Map

The Map - Dee Carstensen/Marc Shulman/Tony Levin

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

And even though my heart

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

Weary

Weary

As I sit here

Touching cities

On a map of new york state

The days not yet half over

But darkness

Feels so late

You fold that map between us

Wet and wrinkled from my tears

You're doubting us in silence

'Till the darkness clears

'Cause maybe it's the cloud

Passing by the sun

Maybe it's the child

That hasn't come

Or what the maker of

Map has left undone

God only knows

That these cities can't sustain us

Just one twisted sign post

You're half a life away

But I am convinced

That this map was meant to join us

The roads are the clues

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

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