A Point On A Map

I drew a point on a map
You drew a line in the sand
So I went on down to Darby St
And I played my guitar with the case open at my feet
I put up a sign, said «I'm tryin' to get somewhere to do somethin' I’ve gotta
do»
And I bought myself a ticket from point me to point you
You look a lot like before
You dress a bit brighter and maybe you’re a little bit taller
I’m not at all like I was
I feel like I’ve become a rambling pile of dust
And your tears make me muddy
But at least then I don’t blow away
So I boarded my flight on a cold Monday night and went back from whence I came
There’s nowhere on earth left to hide
So I’ll keep on searching for new places inside my mind
Long are the days and dark are the nights
I’ve got to stop drinking and do something more with my time
And I told you I’m sorry
But that don’t mean that you’ll forgive me
So I keep on building that long road from point A to point B
I keep on building that long road and I hope that you will see
I keep on building that long road from point A to point B
I keep on building that long road from point you to point me