Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Rain on the porch screen Dusk is turning gray and green Tea is getting cold and still Resting on the window sill I’m sitting on the wooden floor Wishing for a little more [Chorus] This map is getting old Stories that were never told We traced a line to Maine Through the coffee and the stain But we never left the drive Hardly feeling much alive [Verse] Found it in a heavy box Tucked beneath your old wool socks Your ink is fading into white In the middle of the night You marked a spot in Tennessee Where we promised we would be [Pre-Chorus] The wind begins to moan I am sitting here alone The paper starts to tear Like the silence in the air [Chorus] This map is getting old Stories that were never told We traced a line to Maine Through the coffee and the stain But we never left the drive Hardly feeling much alive [Bridge] The mountains never saw our light The desert didn't feel our fright The highway is a lonely vein Washed away by all the rain Just a folded piece of ghost The thing I really miss the most [Verse] I wonder where you’re sleeping now I’d ask the wind to show me how But you drifted like the smoke From a promise that we broke I’ll put the map back on the shelf And keep the secret to myself [Chorus] This map is getting old Stories that were never told We traced a line to Maine Through the coffee and the stain But we never left the drive Hardly feeling much alive [Post-Chorus] Coffee stains and blue ink Watching all the memories sink Roads that lead to nowhere fast Buried deep within the past [Outro]
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