(feat. Martha Wainwright)

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 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


And 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