Song #18: Maps

“We can’t know what’s going to happen. We can just try to figure it out as we go along." - Roger Sullivan



Black-ribbon road is stretching out

The tank's at two-o-clock; it's getting late

Sundown glow ahead of us

A burning torch that guides and lights our way

The desert wind, your summer dress:

I pretend I'm not staring at your legs

And as the headlights rise like fireflies

It's hard to hide the smile upon my face


Worn maps show us the way back

But not where we're at

I don't think it matters now.

Right here: bare feet on the dash

That way that she laughs

All we need's right here on this side of the glass


We could drive for miles and miles

but we both know that we're already there

This journey is the destination

so where we end up I don't really care