There is a map of the world
It lies upon my weary face
Each line representing a mile I have traveled from place to place
The colors are fading, the edges are tattered
It's grown a little worn with age
There is a map of the world
It lies upon my weary face
That I cannot erase
I cannot erase
Oooooh
I cannot erase
The current of life pulled me under
And I was swept away
Expending the distance between us
Every second of every day
I thought I had given all I could offer
While trying to keep the dogs at bay
But the current of life pulled me under
And I was swept away
Beneath the tidal wave
Beneath the tidal wave
Ohhh
Beneath the tidal wave
Beneath the tidal wave
I will be erased
There is a map of the world
It lies upon my weary face
There is a map of the world
It lies upon my weary face