Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Ordinary travel notes
Verse
Under the ordinary lamp
a quieter line comes through:
the words of the slow crossing
have a little work to do.
Refrain
The map has room for the road we did not take.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the Ordinary travel notes cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.