Map

A song about the varied definitions of "map." Mark Raynes - Drums Greg Schochet -- Guitar Glenn Taylor -- pedal Steel David Farrell -- Bass Map Zero degrees latitude Midpoint between the poles Earth, sun, moon, star Celestial circles unfold If eyes are a map to the soul On this tundra of new fallen snow Your agenda shrouded in blue velvet robes Your eyes are a map to the soul Mark the secrets Track the words Your world on its slow-turning globe Rhumb lines scar your face Travel the world by the map of your hand Smile often, leave that in your place No inroads to answers Only pathways to now Weather vane turns with a south wind Follow a slow moving cloud Follow a slow moving cloud