You mentioned La Pieta   The dotted line   The holy flapping dress   White legs carving darkness   And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth   As you were speaking      So when you left   I grabbed the white and telling tablecloth   And I carried it out into the empty streets   And I and I laid it down to see what I could see      I led my horse along the latitudes   Across the folds and into white   And somehow along the way   My my horse slid off sideways and was gone forever      I mourned and then forgot about it   I resumed the line   The latitudes and longitudes are calling me   They're stringing me out across the seas forever      They say   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da, da da   Map of the world      I run along the dotted line   And I grab my flapping dress   And the global winds rush past me   Shouting this is happiness   A quick fling to the global edge   That spans the vast expanse      To where the mountains meet like relay-runners   To where the snow caps do and the snow-fleurs try   I raise one arm up to the sky   To touch a speck - an eagle flies   And a stick-figure on the other side   He waves back to me      He said   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da, da da   Map of the world      A stick-figure with briefcase and a business suit and tie   He walks across the perfect lawn   (You mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?)   And he stands there at the foot   Of the golden office tower      He says, "I must get to work today   I have to get inside somehow"   But the golden office tower   Was just a cliff the sun was setting on   So he, so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever      He said   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da, da da      You were with us when we held   Our meetings at the edge of the plains   La pieta, broad topics like life and death   Is dinner ready yet?   Yes, it's a map of the world      I run along the dotted line   Beyond the mountain tops   Past the far-flung ice floes   And the outlying Tundra   And I circle down to see what I can see      I can see ten men of the Kremlin   Ten pegs upon the plains   Ten men with stony faces   Facing west where night erases   Shadows in the places   Where the faces of the Kremlin used to be      Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da   Da, da da   Map of the world, map of the world, map of the world   Map