I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
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'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
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