I find the map and draw a straight line 
Over rivers, farms, and state lines 
The distance from here to where you'd be 
It's only finger-lengths that I see 
I touch the place where I'd find your face 
My finger in creases of 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 [bad word] men find flaws in science 

Their words mostly noises 
Ghosts with just voices 
Your words in my memory 
Are like music to me 

I'm miles from where you are, 
I lay down on the cold gound 
I, I pray that something picks me up 
And sets me down in your warm arms 

After I have travelled so far 
We'd set the fire to the third bar 
We'd share each other like an island 
Until exhausted, close our eyelids 
And dreaming, pick up from 
The last place we left off 
Your soft skin is weeping 
joy you can't keep in 

I'm miles from where you are, 
I lay down on the cold gound 
And I, I pray that something picks me up 
and sets me down in your warm arms 

And miles from where you are, 
I lay down on the cold gound 
and I, I pray that something picks me up 
and sets me down in your warm arms