Set The Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where youd be
Its only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where Id find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that Ive 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
Im miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have traveled so far
Wed set the fire to the third bar
Wed 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 cant keep in
Im miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Im miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
And I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms