the ball started rolling
so long ago
the start of a tale
that's too sad to unfold

and each time i gather
the courage to tell it
i remember
i can't take the end

but this map is impossibly
easy to fold
the thick paper
is wearing too thin

it's been opened and closed
too many times
as i look for the road
back to you

but search as i might
in the end i admit
that no matter
how hard I look

even though this old map
has not changed a bit
it no longer can lead me
to you

days that have past
are so out of reach that
i cannot get there
from here

and although this old road
has not changed a bit
it no longer can take me
to you