Maps

When we land on this earth We begin by counting upwards Til we're grown and learn the curse That the clock is counting backwards And the fear spins wheels around We measure miles and stops between We measure six feet in the ground For our last ride in a black machine Time spent in cars, the middle lines Are just stitches that we sew Through the dark tiny marks Asphalt and morse code Maps to get us home We're born in a chase Takes us time to turn the key and start When we get brave When we recognize our heart How it beats, how it hums How sometimes it gets violent Hell on wheels, it just runs on sorcery and science And on time spent in hearts, the jagged lines Are just stitches that we sew Through the dark tiny marks Arteries and bone Maps that get us home We look for meaning in celestial friction The heavens speaking or our intuition Is it God in our head Is it dust From our time spent in stars A grand design from the stitches that we sew Through the dark tiny marks Moonlight and black holes Arteries and bone Asphalt and morse code Maps that get us home So we land on earth alone And we land on earth alone