Bert Susanka & the Astronaut Love Triangle
She's All Over The Map
She's here, she's there, she's everywhereexcept the place that she's supposed to beShe's like a train, a plane, that's gaining speedand heading miles and miles away from meHer lights are on but there's no one at homeAnd all her calls keep dropping when I telephoneShe's on a sunset cruise that's leaving me bruised insideShe's all over the mapShe's got a first class one way non stop ticket to rideShe's all over the mapShe's so intense, my sense of geography, is kindalooking like a Twister gameBut I'm her fool, her tools of cartography are only gonna chart a course to my shameWithout a navigator, my attitude is lostMy longitude and her latitude will never crossWe’re on a third rate, blind date, upon the seas oflove and hateShe's all over the mapI'm like Magellan with Helen Keller as my second mateShe's all over the mapI've been calling out to satellites, from a sinking vesselin distressBut there's no blip on my radar screenand nothing on my GPS
From Letras Mania