Map of the World / Fairground of Ark, Pt. I

Me, a little man, came to the big city
Looking for work, and they did not refuse
I get to fly around and around
Make a map of the world
For the Out There Institute
Round and round you’ll roam
On your own and far away from home
They gave me all that I need to do what I must
A flying device and all this stuff
Like a mechanical bird I’m up there, up in the air
Better wish me luck
Round and round you’ll roam
On your own and far away from home
Over the rooftops, over the houses, over the trees
Over the rivers, over the mountains, over the seas
Round and round I’ll roam
On my own and far away from home
Map of the world, around the world
I’m out of here, I’m gone, I’m out of here
Drift on the wind, so it begins
I have no fear, I’m gone, I’m out of here
Fairground of Ark, Pt. I
It’s been the same since the old times
In the annual time of the year
The crowds would gather at the shoreline
And the fairground of Ark would appear
A display of wonders and miracles
The strangest sights ever seen
Before your eyes became visible
Behold the world of your dreams
When cracks appear and fabric’s torn apart
We get to see the world behind it all
The horrid, the wondrous, they make your heart sway
And fill your eyes with tears
The fairground of Ark has it’s own ways
To make your pain disappear
It’s all there, let them take you away
To a world beyond sorrow and fear
When cracks appear and fabric’s torn apart
We get to see the world behind it all