Map To Where You Are

There’s rust on your jacket
And mud on your lip
And I wonder where you’re going
And I wonder where you’ve been
'Cus you know that I’m listening
And you know that I’m watching you from afar
And we can go on for hours
And I’d stop you but I don’t have the heart
And that paper on the floor
Is a map to where you are
And it covers up so much, so much
That I don’t even know where you are
'Cus you know that I’m listening
And you know that I’m watching you from afar
And we can go on for hours
And I’d stop you but I don’t have the heart
I said I’d sto-o-p you but I don’t have the heart
I don’t have the heart, ah-ah-ah
Don’t hurt yourself
I’m trying not to-o
And you know this isn’t good
For me or for you-o-oo-oo
Wow-wow-o
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh