[Verse 1]
They say it's pretty here
Well maybe I'm jaded
Or I'm aiming this frame on the wrong direction
This scenery makes decent fuel for introspection
I tried to cover up what has turned into remnants
Wishful tinsel, it's not aesthetically pleasing
For the next few hours I can be somewhere else
These days I need something beautiful and far away
Trade in this foundation for asphalt and machinery

[Chorus]
You think I cannot read maps
Distance stains my vocabulary
Geographic features like jagged rings
The space that separates you from me
You think I cannot read maps
Distance stains my vocabulary
Geographic features like shattered glass
The curved lines that lead you to me