I made a map, and sent it on its way
You said youve got, a filter in your blood
Theres a map, at least as good as yours
Theres a map, at least as good as yours
you made it clear, that I was lost
from which I come, and I cannot return
keep me pure, and of the earth,
keep me pure, and of the earth,
the wind up bird, letting go the day
over the feild, behind the clowns
the moon around the earth