City Maps

City maps in my coat pocket
I try to find my way home
I got a picture in my locket
So I know I'm not alone

I took the train down to Oxford
Guided by an ancient soul
What of me is left to learn
How can I be made whole

All along the Western sphere
We try to find connection here
Waiting for the fog to clear
So I can find my way home

Am I being led astray
By the greed of my eyes
Surrounded by a sea of creeds and tongues
Searching for a memory

All these things will turn to dust
All our fights we will have lost
Headed East where I belong
So I can find my way home

My way home
My way home
My way home

City maps in my coat pocket
I try to find my way home



Credits
Writer(s): John Mark Dawidow
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