Map of the World

There is a map of the world That lies upon my weary face Each line representing a mile I have traveled from place to place The colours are fading The edges are tattered It's grown a little worn with age There is a map of the world That lies upon my weary face That I cannot erase I cannot erase Ooh I cannot erase The current of life pulled me under I was swept away Expanding the distance between us Every second to every day I thought I had given All I could offer While trying to keep the dogs at bay But the current of life pulled me under I was swept away Beneath the tidal wave Beneath the tidal wave Ooh Beneath the tidal wave Beneath the tidal wave I will be erased There is a map of the world That lies upon my weary face There is a map of the world That lies upon my weary face