Maps

by Tionesta

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When I hit 23, I set out on a journey
Thought I was trying to find something
About what to do or where to go
I’ve got a lot to say and a lot more to know

I was meant to be an empty seat
Well Maybe I was running (maybe I was running)
For reasons all wrong, but at least I’m gone
I’m out finding what it means to be gone

It’s so nice to see your face again my friend
it’s been a little while since we last met
the past remains the same
but the future has changed

Tracing topography, decipher the colored key
just know that these pavement paths are set in stone
but the trails you blaze on your own
will take you further than any road

it’s so nice to see your face again my friend
it’s been a little while since we last met
the past remains the same
but the future has changed
The distance is coming, so feel the proximity
of everything you fought for
There’s a wilderness in your bones that will never fail to take you home
so take out a match and set fire to your maps
And follow your own steps
Follow your own steps

Your moral compass is laid in gold
but the mountains are filled with iron and coal
stick to your guts, you’re arrow will take you home
I traded in my compass so I’d never second guess
The trails that I’d blaze on my own

So take out a match and set fire to your maps
and follow your own, follow your own steps

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released March 30, 2017
Music written by Corrie Clark, Sean Moore & Skyler Metz
Engineering by Christopher Walter
Mix and Mastering by Sean Moore
Graphic Design by Corrie Clark
All rights reserved by Tionesta

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Tionesta Chico, California

Alternative Rock band from Northern California made up of college/post college kids, instruments, and leftover teen angst.

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