The map maker tries to help you find your way
His eyes iridescent for here he must stay
He'll work through the night and into the day
His heart hasn't frozen but his hair is turning gray
North south east and west
Lost in his work
It's ironic at best
The treasure that he seeks
Is buried right inside his chest
Life is a game
A series of tests
A compass only tells you the direction that you face
He'll soon discover all the reverence that he misplaced
X marks the spot
The coordinates are true
As the horizon is far, as the ocean is blue
As the midnight sky has stars
As every ship has it's crew
His passion is something he'll always pursue
North south east and west
Lost in his work
It's ironic at best
The treasure that he seeks
Is buried right inside his chest
Life is a game
A series of tests
He seems to be happy, but so out of touch
Proud of his work, he's accomplished so much
"The earth at my fingers, like the ink on my quill"
He said, "I love making maps, and I always will"
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The map maker tries to help you find your way
His eyes iridescent for here he must stay
He'll work through the night and into the day
His heart hasn't frozen but his hair is turning gray
North south east and west
Lost in his work
It's ironic at best
The treasure that he seeks
Is buried right inside his chest
Life is a game
A series of tests
A compass only tells you the direction that you face
He'll soon discover all the reverence that he misplaced
X marks the spot
The coordinates are true
As the horizon is far, as the ocean is blue
As the midnight sky has stars
As every ship has it's crew
His passion is something he'll always pursue
North south east and west
Lost in his work
It's ironic at best
The treasure that he seeks
Is buried right inside his chest
Life is a game
A series of tests
He seems to be happy, but so out of touch
Proud of his work, he's accomplished so much
"The earth at my fingers, like the ink on my quill"
He said, "I love making maps, and I always will"
His eyes iridescent for here he must stay
He'll work through the night and into the day
His heart hasn't frozen but his hair is turning gray
North south east and west
Lost in his work
It's ironic at best
The treasure that he seeks
Is buried right inside his chest
Life is a game
A series of tests
A compass only tells you the direction that you face
He'll soon discover all the reverence that he misplaced
X marks the spot
The coordinates are true
As the horizon is far, as the ocean is blue
As the midnight sky has stars
As every ship has it's crew
His passion is something he'll always pursue
North south east and west
Lost in his work
It's ironic at best
The treasure that he seeks
Is buried right inside his chest
Life is a game
A series of tests
He seems to be happy, but so out of touch
Proud of his work, he's accomplished so much
"The earth at my fingers, like the ink on my quill"
He said, "I love making maps, and I always will"
Writer: Nicholas Seckler
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