'Maps' By Bleek

"Maps" by Bleek

I'm falling weight-less through space, just like Iv'e been doing for days
With every planet I pass, I make little maps of the surface

I have a lot of time that I don't want to waste
Can I be left alone to find my own way home?

You're growing old, and time makes it's presence felt
Your bedroom's cold and I won't be keeping you warm

And when it all becomes clear that time is no longer an issue
I know you'll understand just how little it matters to you

I have a lot of time that I don't want to waste
Can I be left alone to find my own way home?