I was born in a concrete maze
Lost in a city's gray haze
Now I lay on a cedar plank
Near a river wet and dank
I'm a map of a distant town
Where the steel rails rumble down
Now I'm drifting in the heat
With the bayou at my feet
Lines of red and lines of blue
Tracing paths I never knew
Folded tight in a leather case
Now I'm in a humid place
I'm a map of a distant town
Where the steel rails rumble down
Now I'm drifting in the heat
With the bayou at my feet
Yellow ink is starting to fade
Underneath the cypress shade
Moss is hanging from the tree
Slowing down the wind for me
I'm a map of a distant town
Where the steel rails rumble down
Now I'm drifting in the heat
With the bayou at my feet
No more rushing to the train
No more dodging city rain
Just the cricket and the toad
On this heavy southern road
Torn edges catch a salty breeze
Swaying with the willow trees
1982 is long gone
Now I wait for a copper dawn
I'm a map of a distant town
Where the steel rails rumble down
Now I'm drifting in the heat
With the bayou at my feet
Just a scrap of paper now.
Let the river take me down.
Down in the mud.
Down in the mud.
