Heaven In your Maps

Heaven In your Maps

My daddy kept maps under the seat in our car
Folded along state borders and rivers and such
As he would drive on Sundays or in summers
I he called captain and would tell me his dreams
Naming places he had visited; places I had never seen

But as the car grew older, so did those trees
The roads become stranger, as did his disease
The car we sold off, but he kept his maps
Pinning them to his walls, so he could keep track

In those dusty creases, he told me stories
Of times and places he had lost his dreams
On that road he met the lady milky way
And in those mountains he lost his sense of faith
But on that river, somewhere out west
Is when he found true life at its best

I bought some car rusted, didn’t even know its name
But the day I wore black, was the day it got its fame
I tore down those maps, and headed some direction
It didn’t matter where, just that I reached those dusty creases

And as names flew by, and the roads dusted down
I felt that my name, had been lost around town
That no face knew mine, nor did their eyes reach mine
But with daddy lost in those maps, that was just fine

But the car rusted off its tires and its rubber
The seats turned to stone, and the windows to shale
I couldn’t find those maps when I reached to the floor
They had fallen out bad, to many thumb tacks ago

So I found those roads, dusted and cracked
Started my journey, all the way back
Till the eyes became clearer and the faces knew mine
And I opened the door, and found daddy back