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 fingers in creases of distant dark places
The singer is looking at a map. He's at point A, the lover or former lover he wants to see is at point B. He draws out his travel plan on the map and measures the distance in finger lengths (a common way to measure miles on a paper map). He touches the destination point where she's at. The creases are just creases on the map.
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've felt so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
He sets out and stops at his first stop along the way - the first bar. He still has no peace, because even though he's on a journey to see her, he still does not have her. He is in a state of meloncholy silence that the drunks' laughter keeps penetrating and interupting.
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
He is focusing on her memory and her words. He loves to think about her. He barely hears the drunks anymore. Their just ghosts compared to the pleasure of her memory.
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
He's still far away. It's exhausting to him. He wishes someone could just transport him to where she is at.
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 it
This section is his vision of what would happen when he finally does arrive. Setting the fire to the third bar has to do with ramping up their passions when they meet at what would be the third bar where they meet. Perhaps it's a three day journey?
They make love. Just as one shares everything when stranded on a desert island with another, and you are completely dependant on each other, this is how they "share each other" when making love. Exhausted they fall asleep. THey're picking up where things left off.
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And 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
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
Unfortunately, the above is just a daydream he's having when laying on the cold ground. The reality is the journey is still so long and she's still so far away. He wishes someone could just get him there past the distance.
The woman singing indicates that she feels the sameway, even though she's far away and may not know he's coming.
Here are my thoughts...
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 fingers in creases of distant dark places
The singer is looking at a map. He's at point A, the lover or former lover he wants to see is at point B. He draws out his travel plan on the map and measures the distance in finger lengths (a common way to measure miles on a paper map). He touches the destination point where she's at. The creases are just creases on the map.
I hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I've felt so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken men find flaws in science
He sets out and stops at his first stop along the way - the first bar. He still has no peace, because even though he's on a journey to see her, he still does not have her. He is in a state of meloncholy silence that the drunks' laughter keeps penetrating and interupting.
Their words mostly noises Ghosts with just voices Your words in my memory Are like music to me
He is focusing on her memory and her words. He loves to think about her. He barely hears the drunks anymore. Their just ghosts compared to the pleasure of her memory.
I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms
He's still far away. It's exhausting to him. He wishes someone could just transport him to where she is at.
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 it
This section is his vision of what would happen when he finally does arrive. Setting the fire to the third bar has to do with ramping up their passions when they meet at what would be the third bar where they meet. Perhaps it's a three day journey?
They make love. Just as one shares everything when stranded on a desert island with another, and you are completely dependant on each other, this is how they "share each other" when making love. Exhausted they fall asleep. THey're picking up where things left off.
I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground And 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 I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms
Unfortunately, the above is just a daydream he's having when laying on the cold ground. The reality is the journey is still so long and she's still so far away. He wishes someone could just get him there past the distance.
The woman singing indicates that she feels the sameway, even though she's far away and may not know he's coming.
Just my 2 cents.