03 - Lines on the Map

[Intro – sharp guitar riff, faster groove] Pen hits paper, Lines get drawn. Somewhere distant Something’s gone. [Verse 1] Maps on the table, Hands in the air. Voices rising In a silent room somewhere. Men in jackets Talking low. Deciding things We’ll never know. [Chorus – organ swell] They draw the lines on the map, Move the world around. One small mark of ink And the walls come down. They draw the lines on the map, Far from where we stand. But the tremor in that line Runs across this land. [Verse 2] Cargo trains rolling Through the night. Radio whispering Something ain’t right. Old flags waving, New ones fly. No one asking You or I. [Chorus] They draw the lines on the map, Move the world around. One small mark of ink And the walls come down. They draw the lines on the map, Far from where we stand. But the tremor in that line Runs across this land. [Bridge – organ build] Every border drawn in sand Moves beneath the weight of man. [Final Chorus – horns optional] They draw the lines on the map, Move the world around. One small mark of ink And the walls come down. They draw the lines on the map, Far from where we stand. But the tremor in that line Runs across this land.