There is a map of the world 
That lies upon my weary face 
Each line representing a mile 
 I have traveled from place to place
 The colours are fading
 The edges are tattered
 It's grown a little [?] with age
 There is a map of the world
 That lies upon my weary face
 That I cannot erase
 I cannot erase
 Ooh
 I cannot erase
 The current of life pulled me under
 I was swept away
 Expanding the distance between us
 Every second to every day
 I thought I had given
 All I could offer
 While trying to keep the dogs at bay
 But the current of life pulled me under
 I was swept away
 Beneath the tidal wave
 Beneath the tidal wave
 Ooh
 Beneath the tidal wave
 Beneath the tidal wave
 I will be erased
 There is a map of the world
 That lies upon my weary face
 There is a map of the world
 That lies upon my weary face