I'd find a map and draw a strait 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'd touch the place, where I'd find your face
my finger's in creases, of distant dark places
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
I set 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 noices
ghost's 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
and after I have traveled so far
we'd set the fire to the third bar
we'd share each other like an island
until exghausted close our eye lids
and dreaming pick up from
the last place we left off
your soft skin is weaping
a joy you can't keep in
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
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