Miles From Our Home

No one in sight for fifty miles,

sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines

If I could just reach the crest of that hill

this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill

The sky is still as a spinning top,

shooting stars drop like burning words from above

If I could just connect all these dots,

the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love

And yet the people keep saying

I'm miles from my home,

miles from my home

I met you again in my sleep last night,

these are days of slow boats and false starts

Hearts remain under lock and key,

you will be the one to set them both free

And yet the people will tell you

your miles from your home,

miles from your home

But that's where I want to be

Out there searching,

out here fumbling,

out here waiting,

for you and you for me

The moon hangs like a question mark,

pale as milk, bold as a promise

When will you share the sights with us?

when will we hold you in our arms?

And the people we'll tell them

we're miles from our home,

miles from our home