A song about the varied definitions of "map."
Mark Raynes - Drums
Greg Schochet -- Guitar
Glenn Taylor -- pedal Steel
David Farrell -- Bass
Map
Zero degrees latitude
Midpoint between the poles
Earth, sun, moon, star
Celestial circles unfold
If eyes are a map to the soul
On this tundra of new fallen snow
Your agenda shrouded in blue velvet robes
Your eyes are a map to the soul
Mark the secrets
Track the words
Your world on its slow-turning globe
Rhumb lines scar your face
Travel the world by the map of your hand
Smile often, leave that in your place
No inroads to answers
Only pathways to now
Weather vane turns with a south wind
Follow a slow moving cloud
Follow a slow moving cloud
