GET OUT THE MAP
words and music by Emily Saliers
I'm gonna clear my head,
I'm gonna drink that sun.
The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees,
Sittin in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee.
This perfect moment will soon be leaving me.
Suzanne calls from Boston, the coffee's hot, the corn is high
And that same sun that warms your heart will suck the good earth dry.
With everything, it's opposite enough to keep you crying
Or keep this old world spinning with a twinkle in its eye.
Get out the map, get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down,
We'll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town.
Don't drink the water, there seems to be something ailing everyone.
I'm gonna clear my head,
I'm gonna drink that sun,
I'm gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young.
Joni left for South Africa a few years ago
And then Beth took a job all the way over on the West Coast.
And me, I'm still trying to live half a life on the road.
Seems I'm heavier by the year and heavier by the load.
Why do we hurtle ourselves through every inch of time and space?
I must say around some corner, I can sense a resting place.
With every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face.
We'll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we'll trace.
Get out the map, get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down,
We'll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town.
Don't drink the water, there seems to be something ailing everyone.
I'm gonna clear my head,
I'm gonna drink that sun,
I'm gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young.
