Between Maps and Dreams

Seventeen years of holding it together Now you're staring at a map

in the changing weather Just

twelve more months until you pack your bags But the compass in

your head just spins and lags

Every brochure on your desk looks the same They all promise a

future,

they all call your name But you're paralyzed by the choice

Oh, big sister, you don't have to know it all today You'll

find your footing,

you'll find your own way

North or south, or staying close to home

(oooh) Wherever

you land, you won't be alone

I watch you highlight lines until the pages bleed Trying to decide

what it is you really need

Is it the big city crowd or the quiet town?

Don't let the weight of tomorrow weigh you down

Oh, big sister, you don't have to know it all today You'll

find your footing,

you'll find your own way

North or south, or staying close to home (oooh)

Wherever you land, you won't be alone

One more year of you down the hall Then you'll make the

call

It's okay to not know... (hummm)