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
And even though my heart will twist
and turn the whole way through
Please bear with me as we
separate some two
Maybe it's the cloud
passing by the sun
Maybe it's the child that hasn't come
And we're travelers and we're weary,
weary
As I sit here, touching the city
On a map of
New
York's day
The day's not yet half over,
but the darkness, it feels so late
You fold that map between us,
wet and wrinkled from the tears
You're doubting us in silence,
till the darkness clears
Cause maybe it's the cloud
passing by the sun
Maybe it's the child that hasn't caught
What the maker of map
has left undone
God only knows that these
cities can't sustain us
Just one twisted signpost,
and you're half a life away
But I am convinced that this
map was meant to join us
The roads are the clues that branch out to meet you
Maybe it's the clouds that
sing by the sun
Maybe it's the child that
hasn't come
We're travelers and we're weary
Maybe it's the cloud
passing by the sun
Maybe it's the child that hasn't come
With the mirror of the man has
left undone
you