Intro:        There is a map of the world that lies upon my weary face Each line representing a mile I’ve travelled from place to place The colours are fading The edges are tattered It’s growing with the worn of age There is a map of the world that lies upon my weary face That I cannot erase I cannot erase Oooo-oooo I cannot erase The current of life pulled me under and 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 and I was swept away Beneath the tidal waves beneath the tidal waves Oooo-oooo Beneath the tidal waves beneath the tidal waves 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