Oh This Map Is

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country / Desert Americana Genre

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Cold wind hits the rusted pier Morning mist is floating near Found a paper scrap of blue Tangled in the salt and dew Lines of red and lines of gold Stories that the transit told Nineteen eighty two design Crossing every jagged line Oh this map is out of place Ghostly lines in open space Lost along the ferry dock Ticking like a broken clock I just snap a grainy view Bringing back a faded hue Crumpled edges stained in grey Leading me a different way Oh this map is out of place Ghostly lines in open space Lost along the ferry dock Ticking like a broken clock I ran away with this machine Seeing things I have never seen No more tickets for the ride Nowhere left for me to hide Buses rolling through the haze Wandering in a concrete maze I will keep this paper thin Where the city limits begin Silver water laps the stone Standing in the light alone Folded tight inside my hand Stranger in a lonely land Oh this map is out of place Ghostly lines in open space Lost along the ferry dock Ticking like a broken clock Ticking like a broken clock Just a scrap upon the dock One more frame of light.

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