In the End we all fall to ashes

I find the map and draw a straight line
over rivers farms and state lines
the distance from me to where'd you'd be
its 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 solace
there 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, I
I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your
warm arms

after all I've traveled so far
we've set the fire to the third bar
we reach each other like an island
until exhausted close our eyelids
and dreaming with god of
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