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 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 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
 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 traveled 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 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 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