When I was kid I ran away across the world
Trying to make a statement, trying to impress some girl
Drawing up a map of all the places I love,
A list of everywhere I wished I could stay, so maybe I could find my way back some day
The road to right
Over time my atlas took a pretty ugly shape
There were certain things I found that I could not escape
Everywhere I went was blank and coldI became afraid to see the map unfold
Because everywhere I ran towards and everywhere I wandered, I was there.
In every window, every mirror, every drop of rain...
I found a way straight to hell - the maps I drew were of myself.