Maps Songtext
von Beth Malone

Make this part look rugged, hmm-mm
Allegheny Plateau
This dark shaded stripe, bum bum bum, is the front
Paint the long ridges and valleys below
Hmm-mm
Our town is this dot
Quick dashes mark the property ends
Beech Creek, a rope that turns and bends
Little squares for houses
Strung along roads
The land transfigured into topographic codes
Maps show you what is simple and true
Try laying out a bird′s eye view
Not what he told you, just what you see


What do you know that's not your dad′s mythology?
Dad was born on this farm
Here's our house
Here's the spot where he died
I can draw a circle his whole life fits inside
Four miles from our door
I-80 ran from shore to shore
On its way from the Castro to Christopher Street
The road not taken, just four miles from our door
You were born on this farm
Here′s our house
Here′s the spot where you died
I can draw a circle
I can draw a circle you lived your life inside