Wet Ink on a Map (wersja 2)

Verse

Map of the county torn at the seam

Folded twice in a paper cup steam

Used to think every street was a door

Now I just fold it flat and walk some more

Old record skipping where the needle bends

Static on the radio, friends again

Town hall clock says half past eleven two

I've got nothing left to prove I'd do

Pre-Chorus

Maybe the storm moved me instead of moving out

Something about a low hum gets it down

So here's my pen and this ink that won't bleed

Just the quiet saying stay on your feet

Chorus

Wet ink on a map where the roads run thin

I ain't chasing nothing, I'm just letting in

Every mile's a margin the paper won't hold

But every road ends soft like it was never told

Verse 2

Radio antenna tangled in the tree

Bassline's still echoing back at me

Used to count my losses like they were dollars earned

Now the only thing that matters is where I've learned

Water glass melting on a cardboard plate

Neighbor's porch light spelling out a name I won't write

Town hall clock says half past midnight now

I'm the one keeping hours, and it feels okay somehow

Pre-Chorus

Maybe the storm moved me instead of moving out

Something about a low hum gets it down

So here's my pen and this ink that won't bleed

Just the quiet saying stay on your feet

Chorus

Wet ink on a map where the roads run thin

I ain't chasing nothing, I'm just letting in

Every mile's a margin the paper won't hold

But every road ends soft like it was never told

Bridge

No more running from the way that thunder sounds

Just me and the static with my feet on solid ground

Somebody drew an exit I never took

And now I know the whole county just to make up for what I've missed

Chorus

Wet ink on a map where the roads run thin

I ain't chasing nothing, I'm just letting in

Every mile's a margin the paper won't hold

But every road ends soft like it was never told