Map Of The World

There's a map of the world on the wall of the room

Green pins where you want to go

White pins where you've been

There isn't even ten

And you're already feeling old

Pretty faces stare back from the magazine stack

That you read when you're feeling bored

Look through telescope lens that doesn't make sense

You think you've been there before

Some far of feelings, some up-close kind of ache

Widescreen reason to look the other way

There's a place by a lake that you go when it's late

The summer and the crowds are gone

And you sit all alone, with your thoughts getting

stoned

Just waiting for some peace to come

Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you

liked

For a minute, then it all felt wrong

So you're changing again, all your clothes, all you're

friends

It's the same as it ever was

That far of feelings, that up-close kind of ache

Some widescreen reason to look the other way

It's the road that you paved over Indian graves

And you wonder why your dreams are crazed

So you cling to your wife, your kids and your life

It’s nothing that you're gonna save

Put the razor to your face, hot water for a shave

Kill the shadow of yesterday

Clean shirt, clean pants, clean sleeve, second chance

You're going by another name

Some far of feelings, up-close kind of ache

That instant karma, always comes to late