Map of the World

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