Walking on the long roads down to nobody knows where
With only maps in our command, and you in my arms.
Leading the under sun reigning down on this open highway, so much to do and places to be sent astray
With only maps in our command, the skies the limit so they say, liberty is blazing in the heat of this humid haze, sandstorms gathering up the dust and memories to be lead astray
None of it matters so long as only the maps are in our command
There is nobody to give demands as liberty blazes in the air as the stars replace the twinkling sun and we set up a camp in the wilderness for fun, pretending we are on the run
All this with only the maps are in our command…