Take out that map
Point with your finger
Where should I linger?
A stream and a dirt track
No roads run between it
They say there's a railway but I've never seen it
It's maybe a ghost town with army boys shooting
Just hillocks and hay bales for lovers recruiting
They say, if you enter, you'll never come out
But that's drunken scare-talk before landlord's last shout
Is it some witchcraft, a bat-blackened lie?
You've never seen it, and neither have I
If it exists, then let's go and find
Or just leave this old superstition behind

Lay it down, lay it down, on the ground
Lay it down, lay it down, open up
Your great green map to who, why, and where you are
Lay it out, lay it out, on the ground
Unroll it with all of its tracks and veins
Point the way

You walk through a door where no door ever stood
You ring no bell
A map to a place of which there is no trace
Or tale to tell
A stroll through a stream where no stream ever flowed
A tree that fell

Lay it down, on the ground, let it down
What you found, lay it down, hare and hound
(Oceans of barleycorn wave upon, a wave upon a pillow)
We'll both chase you round the face of the springtime clock
(And fall by the scythe to the ground)
Lay it down, lay it down, without a sound
(You are a boat on a sea that is lost in fog)
Spreading the map that you've found
(Faithful dog waits for you)
Now you've found yourself here
(Knows you're not lost but are home and found)

The village is near and it's always been here
Like a whisper of smoke
It fades and regroups like a film on a loop
Or the rings through an oak
While the Romans still march
and the wash girls still starch
And they always will

(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ooh, ooh)
You might get on train but you'll never escape
'Cause all destinations end here
It's absurd to believe that when you try to leave
The train will just bring you back here

Train right out of here
Station master
Stamp collector
Cartographer
Postal worker