The 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 southernmost ocean so cold

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

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

Night time is utterly black

I came here by some grave mishap

And I can’t find my way back

It’s all as remote

As the wintry smile that you gave

As you buttoned your coat

And love was erased

So this is goodbye

I see you silently rowing away

The desolate sky threatening rain

It’s the loneliest place on the map

Night time is utterly black

I came here by some grave mishap

And I can’t find my way back