Torn Map in Your Pocket

I torn my folded into your pocket

On a crowded ferry, I saw it there

Salt on the rails and the wind in your collar

You held that secret like a prayer

Follow the line

Where the water is shaking

Follow the crease

Where the old roads bend

If you're lost in a crowd

And the night keeps breaking

I'll be the place you can find again

People were talking but we moved in silence

Past the blue wake and the low lit shore

Every bend in the paper felt like a promise

Every small tear said there′s more

Follow the line

Where the water is shaking

Follow the crease

Where the old roads bend

If you're lost in the crowd

And the night keeps breaking

I'll be the place you can find again

When the ferry turns and the lights grow distant

We can trust what the weather won't erase

The torn map is still a road to something

If we carry it close

If we give it a name

Follow the line

Where the water is shaking

Follow the creek

Where the old roads bend

If you're lost in the crowd

And the night keeps breaking

I'll be the place you can find again