The Map to Your Good Graces

By the time they find me
I’ll be already lost to them
In someone else’s cab
Vying for some oxygen
The driver knows my name
Knows what I have done
A masochistic martyr
A victim of fun
(To your good
To your good graces)
Everybody knows my name
I can see it in their faces
But I don’t remember names
I just remember places
I’d love to stay and chat
But I really should get back
But I cannot find the map
To your good graces
If you’re trying to find me
I’ll be sprawled out on the launching pad
I can’t make you happy
I can’t even make you sad
(To your good
To your good graces)
I’m searching all the stars
For a mess as big as ours
I’ll send you all my best
And then I’ll send you flowers
The planets know my shame
The ballast forms a pattern
But I don’t recall their names
I just remember Saturn
I’d love to stay and chat
But I really should get back
But I cannot find the map
To your good graces
The map to your good graces
(To your good
To your good graces)