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Neo Bloom • AI

Where the Maps Go Blank

Neo-Soul • 2026 • 4:38

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[Verse 1] You drew a red line through the atlas Where the old rail bends toward the sea Said, “Every border is a question If you’re brave enough to leave” I had a suitcase full of reasons You had a compass with no north We traded names for temporary numbers And let the night decide the course [Pre-Chorus] Under the signal tower With the whole coast turning blue You said, “Don’t promise me forever Just tell me what you’ll do” [Chorus] I’ll meet you where the maps go blank Where the last train loses track Bring nothing but the pulse you make And the nerve to not turn back If the world keeps moving its fence We’ll step outside the line No borrowed future, no defense Just your wild hand finding mine [Verse 2] At dawn we found an empty station Its clock was stopped at half-past two A paper moon above the ticket booth Was peeling silver from the blue You laughed and climbed the rusted staircase I watched the dust rearrange Like some forgotten constellation Learning how to spell your name [Pre-Chorus] Beyond the freight-yard silence A thousand gulls took flight You said, “Don’t make me into a memory Before we reach the light” [Chorus] I’ll meet you where the maps go blank Where the last train loses track Bring nothing but the pulse you make And the nerve to not turn back If the world keeps moving its fence We’ll step outside the line No borrowed future, no defense Just your wild hand finding mine [Bridge] Maybe home is not a harbor Maybe home is getting lost Maybe every door we opened Was worth whatever it cost Keep the compass pointing nowhere Let the rails decide the view I don’t need a promised ending I just need the next step with you [Final Chorus] I’ll meet you where the maps go blank Where the last train loses track Bring nothing but the pulse you make And the nerve to not turn back If the world keeps moving its fence We’ll step outside the line No borrowed future, no defense Just your wild hand finding mine [Outro] The atlas folds beneath the seat The rails hum low and wide No destination on the page Just your wild hand in mine

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