There are 2000 miles
Between where I am and where I want to be.
Every time the sun greets my car
i seemed to be farther from where you are
2500 miles from home.
I defended my life with a wavering voice
But i still replay the way your voice shrank in size,
The day when you grabbed my arm and begged me to stay.
I want to come back home
But i've got 3000 miles to go.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
There are 2000 miles
Between where I am and where I want to be.
Every time the sun greets my car
i seemed to be farther from where you are
2500 miles from home.
I defended my life with a wavering voice
But i still replay the way your voice shrank in size,
The day when you grabbed my arm and begged me to stay.
I want to come back home
But i've got 3000 miles to go.
