God knows there’s no stone of yours
That I left unturned in the end
God knows there’s no part of you
That I didn’t ask you to defend
So we both, both found our way after that
We both, both found our way after that
God knows that love gets confused
In the plains of ideals that we roam
God knows that love’s still a fire
Yet a simple and full coming home
And we both, both found our way after that
We both, both found our way after that
But there ain’t no map that knows of your valleys
That knows of the place where all your rivers meet
There ain’t know map that knows of your rain
In the times of my drought
And there ain’t no map that knows of our mountains
That knows of the fires that we lit on the peaks
There ain’t no map that knows of the reasons that we put them out
A friend of mine who also likes to explore the theological in his music. What you see is what you get with this guy, and somehow who he is is even better than his music suggests. Sleepy Knee
Delicate folk music that recalls ’60s icons like Cat Stevens and Paul Simon on the new LP from Maine’s Simon Linsteadt. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2023