Map

Give me a map and I'll find my way home

Show me the long way and I'll go

I'll tell you about it and I'll wake you when I'm done

Just don't let them say that I'm no fun

Two little birds on a branch out front

Trying to make themselves heard

It's the prettiest thing I've ever heard

And I don't even care about the words

When the sun comes up and the moon goes down

That's the time to take a look around

What's with the symbols in your sad-sack poems

Walking the thin line of sense

Doesn't matter where it's printed doesn't matter what it says

Cross the ocean just as long as it's read

The sun goes down and the moon comes up

Can someone explain why they don't get stuck

I don't want to retire with my hands all tied

I don't want to be left in the sun

I'll read you my memoir

And I'll wake you when I'm done

Just never let them say that I'm no fun

What's so wrong with the sounds I hear

I just want to make your troubles disappear