[ Featuring Delight ]
Trail has gone thin below
This way still is reaching out
Reaching out
Like the trees bend their branches over me
Burn the maps
Burn the maps
Burn the maps
Burn the maps
All this time I've been reaching out for a hand or a rope or something to hold onto in the dark
But I know when the warm hand's leading me I'll look and I'll see the Xs on the trees
I have been this way before
True air is cold and dry
I was born an animal
And wolves are only angry dogs who roam in packs
Burn the maps
Where was I when the call rang out
Trapped in a city, down and low
Wading into an angry fog
The streets all look the same
Their names I don't recall, I don't recall
I was sure one time I knew them all
But now the trail has gone thin below and if I don't come back
Burn the maps
Over and over on my way back down the road they told me not to stop and turn around
I am not listening this time
