(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 be  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 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    I'm 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    I'm 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