B-A-R

I find a 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 seeI touch the place
Where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases
Of distant dark placesI 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 scienceTheir words, mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to meI'm 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 armsAfter I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelidsAnd dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep inI'm 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 armsI'm 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