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Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align.
Theyâve got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright.
The lionâs share can rest as we sit in café lights
In a neighborhood where all that should may or may not be right
Make your way back home again. I am here still.
These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will.
Make your way back home again at a slow pace.
Promise me from sound to sea youâre mine always.
Untimely make your way to the tarmac baggage claim.
Itâs all for naught if we forgot. I hope our hopeâs the same.
Sing praise to stars aligned. Rejoice that love is blind.
To the end of days weâll have to say you are the best Iâll find.
I am leaving harbor if you cannot remember.
Take me where youâre going in the light shade of December.
The plains I see are floating. The grains I see are growing.
Take me to the only place I see youâre going.