Off the Map

I have no time to write songs.
But looking outside, and trying to push out some nostalgia creepin up from heart to head just came out in a rapid-fire song. FOr the first time I actually think i might let the song speak for itself, so I'm going to past the lyrics here. We all have corners, secret spots, and a small space that's just ours.

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OFF THE MAP

There is this corner
I know it well
It’s my corner but I won’t tell
Where it is, because it’s my corner.
And it’s off the map.

There is this corner
The pavement is cracked
With a little ole scoop missin
from impact
of somethin heavy-hearted and strong
It’s mine and it’s off the map.


There’s this corner
Where there’s always a weed,
or a moping beetle or dropped birdseed
And it’s comforting to stand right there
Just there, off the map.

When you stand right there
On this small corner
Where the brick, and dandelions meet
You’ll know you’ve found it with a force through your feet,
On my corner, off the map

there’s this corner
I know it well,
It’s findable if you’re not lookin,
And when you find it you will know with a zap,
Because you’ll be off the map.

Theirs is this corner
I know it well
It’s my corner but I won’t tell
Where it is, because it’s my corner
And it’s off the map.