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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 drunken 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


A 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


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