Maps

As the Sun fills the cracks on the wall

You've begun to unpack

But I'm always in my head now

Always in my head, oh no

When we ran through the fields in the fall

Squinted eyes making sense of it all

But found it somehow

Called it what it was, oh, oh

I believe those days are coming back to claim us

We ache for just a glimpse of being famous

Dream to be more than footnotes in those pages