I find the map and draw a straight line 

Over rivers, farms, and state lines 

The distance from A to where you'd B 

It's only finger lengths that I see 



I touch the place 

Where I'd find your face 

My fingers increases 

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 drunken men find 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 

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 

A joy you can't keep in 



And miles form where you are 

I lay down on the cold ground and I 

I pray that something picks me up 

And sets me down in your warm arms 



And miles form where you are 

I lay down on the cold ground and I 

I pray that something picks me up 

And sets me down in your warm arms