Maps Lyrics

Never trust a book with maps

Was something I once heard

Then I spent a life in maps

Places wintry and hard, with beasts astir

Oh God, can I convert to the religion

Of history?

Can I invert the earnest and real?

Oh God, what woods are these

to lose me in the things I steal?

Never trust a man whose hat is fundamental

To the things he says he must do

Something I once heard was a man like that

Has a world of chains hidden under his shoe

Oh God, can I convert to the religion

Of history?

Can I invert the earnest and real?

Oh God, what woods are these

to lose me in the things I steal?

Hey, leave me alone, God

Hey, leave me alone, your hats

Hey, let me just toil this sod

Keep away from those books with maps

Never trust a god who waterlogs worlds

Before their ten eons are up

Never spend a life just clutching pearls

When winter beasts are stirring their pups

Hey, leave me alone, God

Hey, leave me alone, your hats

Hey, let me just toil this sod

Keep away from those books with maps

When I make my book of hidden places

It won't say where they are

And when I hide my book of missing faces

I promise it won't go far

I promise it won't go far

Oh God, can I convert to the religion

Of history?

Can I invert the earnest and real?

Oh God, what woods are these

to lose me in the things I steal?

Hey, leave me alone, God

Hey, leave me alone, your hats

Hey, let me just toil this sod

Keep away from those books with maps

I promise I won't go far

Never trust a god

Who understands your situation

Never trust a sod

With your fertile imagination

Never trust a story

That ends in a slaughter

And never trust advice

About a lady or vocation

Or maps