Set The Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line <br /> Over rivers, farms, and state lines <br /> The distance from here to where you`d be <br /> It`s only finger-lengths that I see <br /> I touch the place where I`d find your face <br /> My finger in creases of distant dark places <br /> <br /> I hang my coat up in the first bar <br /> There is no peace that I`ve found so far <br /> The laughter penetrates my silence <br /> As drunken men find flaws in science <br /> <br /> Their words mostly noises <br /> Ghosts with just voices <br /> Your words in my memory <br /> Are like music to me <br /> <br /> I`m miles from where you are, <br /> I lay down on the cold ground <br /> and I, I pray that something picks me up <br /> And sets me down in your warm arms <br /> <br /> After I have travelled so far <br /> We`d set the fire to the third bar <br /> We`d share each other like an island <br /> Until exhausted, close our eyelids <br /> And dreaming, pick up from <br /> The last place we left off <br /> Your soft skin is weeping <br /> A joy you can`t keep in <br /> <br /> I`m miles from where you are, <br /> I lay down on the cold ground <br /> And I, I pray that something picks me up <br /> and sets me down in your warm arms <br /> <br /> And miles from where you are, <br /> I lay down on the cold ground <br /> and I, I pray that something picks me up <br /> and sets me down in your warm arms<br />