Maples and Maps

Old boots

Cracking on the gravel path

Leaving the yard where the maples grew tall

Home

Small

In the rearview glass

I see the porch swing move

The ghosts of the morning tea getting cold

I am getting old

Chorus

But I will walk until my feet are raw

And I will talk to the crows in the straw

Searching for a feeling I once saw

Far away

Looking for the center of the fray

Wishing for a different kind of day

Post-Chorus

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Verse 2

Trains

Screaming through the valley floor

Cutting the silence like a sharp steel blade

Fast

Past

The sleepy general store

Where the old men sit and stare

Where the dust settles deep on the shelf

I lost myself

Between the rivers and the pines

Looking for the truth inside the lines

Looking for the truth inside the signs

Chorus

But I will walk until my feet are raw

And I will talk to the crows in the straw

Searching for a feeling I once saw

Far away

Looking for the center of the fray

Wishing for a different kind of day

Post-Chorus

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Bridge

Maybe I was born to run

Maybe I was born to hide

Maybe I was born to be alone

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the tide

Waiting for a place to call my own

Chorus

But I will walk until my feet are raw

And I will talk to the crows in the straw

Searching for a feeling I once saw

Far away

Looking for the center of the fray

Wishing for a different kind of day

Outro

Found a penny in a stream

Lost a heavy winter dream

Walking on

Just walking on

Home is where the fire used to be

Now it's just the road and me