Loneliest Place on the Map

Al Stewart

 

This place is so far away
From what passes for civilized life
No shops and no cars and no city lights
Just a river of stars
Over the southern most ocean so cold
Just a small group of rocks, seagulls and ice
Some ramshackle huts
A paper in French from long ago
A finger that juts out into the foam
No boats come this way
Just a few expeditions that pass now and then
They’ll be back someday
But I don’t know when
It’s the loneliest place on the map
And night time is utterly black

I came here by some grave mishap
And I can’t find my way back home

This place is remote
As the wintery smile that you gave
As you buttoned your coat
And love was erased
So this is goodbye
I see you silently rowing away
With the desolate sky threatening rain
It’s the loneliest place on the map
And night time is utterly black

I came here by some grave mishap
And I can’t find my way back home