The Map

You were the first time I didn't settle
 for less than a perfect dream
 yours was the first kiss that made my heart melt
 like a hollywood ending
 even though my heart will twist
 and turn the whole way through
 please bare with me as it separates in two
 Maybe it's the cloud passing by the sun
 maybe it's the child that hasn't come
 but we're travelers, and we're weary, weary
 As I sit here touching cities
 on a map of New York state
 the days not yet half over
 but the darkness feels so late
 you fold that map between us
 wet and wrinkled from my tears
 you're doubting us in silence
 until the darkness clears
 Maybe it's the cloud passing by the sun
 maybe it's the child that hasn't come
 or what the maker of the map has left undone
 god only knows, that these cities can't sustain us
 just one twisted sign post
 and you're half a life away
 but I am convinced, that this map was meant to join us
 the roads are the clue, they branch out to meet you
 Maybe it's the cloud passing by the sun
 maybe it's the child that hasn't come
 but we're travelers, and we're weary, weary
 Maybe it's the cloud passing by the sun
 maybe it's the child that hasn't come
 or what the maker of the map has left undone