| Song | A Map Of Shadows |
| Artist | Carrie Newcomer |
| Album | The Geography Of Light |
| It's four in the morning, the last dregs of the evening | |
| I sit and rock on the front porch swing, ‘til the morning sky starts bleeding | |
| It's cool and it's quiet, bats and owls lay down beside it | |
| Mourning doves breathe a sigh, as a shadow passes by | |
| Well well well - it's so hard to tell | |
| There's a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit's not easy to see | |
| What's out there on my left or right | |
| Or what's right in front of me | |
| There is magic in the dawning, a black and white | |
| Escher drawing | |
| Night pivots on its axis and turns into the day | |
| Devils close down shop and move along | |
| Angels wink and slide familiar palms | |
| And say, "Good night good luck 'til the day comes roundAnd out on the other side" | |
| Well well well - it's so hard to tell | |
| There's a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit's not easy to see | |
| What's out there on my left or right | |
| Or what's right in front of me | |
| Well well well - it's so hard to tell | |
| There's a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit's not easy to see | |
| What's out there on my left or right | |
| Or what's right in front of me | |
| It's beyond my understanding, so much depends on where you're standing | |
| Yet I hold it up into the light, to take a better look | |
| And I've been plenty wrong before, chose the tiger behind the door | |
| But it always seems to make more sense in the pale morning air | |
| Well well well - it's so hard to tell | |
| There's a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit's not easy to see | |
| What's out there on my left or right | |
| Or what's right in front of me |
| It' s four in the morning, the last dregs of the evening | |
| I sit and rock on the front porch swing, ' til the morning sky starts bleeding | |
| It' s cool and it' s quiet, bats and owls lay down beside it | |
| Mourning doves breathe a sigh, as a shadow passes by | |
| Well well well it' s so hard to tell | |
| There' s a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit' s not easy to see | |
| What' s out there on my left or right | |
| Or what' s right in front of me | |
| There is magic in the dawning, a black and white | |
| Escher drawing | |
| Night pivots on its axis and turns into the day | |
| Devils close down shop and move along | |
| Angels wink and slide familiar palms | |
| And say, " Good night good luck ' til the day comes roundAnd out on the other side" | |
| Well well well it' s so hard to tell | |
| There' s a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit' s not easy to see | |
| What' s out there on my left or right | |
| Or what' s right in front of me | |
| Well well well it' s so hard to tell | |
| There' s a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit' s not easy to see | |
| What' s out there on my left or right | |
| Or what' s right in front of me | |
| It' s beyond my understanding, so much depends on where you' re standing | |
| Yet I hold it up into the light, to take a better look | |
| And I' ve been plenty wrong before, chose the tiger behind the door | |
| But it always seems to make more sense in the pale morning air | |
| Well well well it' s so hard to tell | |
| There' s a line between the light and dark | |
| Between heaven and hell | |
| Well well well, well, well, wellit' s not easy to see | |
| What' s out there on my left or right | |
| Or what' s right in front of me |