I find a map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from it to where you'd be It's only finger lengths that I see I'd search the place where I'd find your face My fingers in creases, distant dark places I hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I've found so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken men fight flaws in science Their words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices Your words in my memory are like music to me And miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I breathe a scent that picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms After I've travelled so far Set the fire to the third bar And share each other like an island Until exhausted, close our eyelids Dream and pick up from The last place we left off Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can't keep in And miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I breathe a scent that picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms And miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I breathe a scent that picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms *