Map on the Wall

Picture a scene

Everything we pass is blue and green

Whirlwind of cultures

One after another

Bare feet out the window

Your burning cigarette the only glow

Our voices intertwined

As you read my quiet mind

We don't need an address

Every ocean, every desert, more dramatic

I'd steal a plate from every state

Rolls of film from hours we killed

You'd stand on the edge

You'll fall forward

I'll fall behind

Lets cross every state line

Your words will be my nourishment

You'll capture our occurrences

Our songs will keep us warm

Never asking for commitment

It's as simple as you let it

Let me know

I'll go