I know if I walked out this door
Without a single doubt
My feet would guide me down the road
Up the hills, across the mountains
Over the running rivers to your door
My only map would be the memories
That reside inside my heart
Your face a sculpture of art
Painted inside my mind
Like the roads that continuously unwind
Though I haven't a clue
Just where to find you
My heart knows exactly where to go
It'd be a straight line
Through the forest, across the plains
A non-stop flight
Through the cities and towns
No physical map in my hands
No address, no physical bound to you
Yet, I know without a single doubt
If I walked out this door
My feet would walk straight to you
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