when the number of miles exceeds the number of beats skipped
and the number of tracks exceeds the number of skips allowed
and you're forced to hear every word spoken through your headphones
and with every lyric is a stab in the chest
and a painful reminder of the lights flashing past
and so I wipe under my eye
and try to forget his hand wrapped around the steering wheel
and how nine hours never gave us a chance

(nine hours away, you are, nine hours away)

there isn’t a mile short enough for us
not enough love to make up for the distance
the distance between us
because you’re falling through my fingertips
and I can’t keep this grasp if there’s no reception on your side
and you can’t hear me in Arkansas
saying I want to be wrapped in your arms

i need you here with me
to help me see
why it can’t be

when the number of miles exceeds the number of beats skipped
and the number of tracks exceeds the number of skips allowed
and you're forced to hear every word spoken through your headphones
and with every lyric is a stab in the chest
and a painful reminder of the lights flashing past
and so I wipe under my eye
and try to forget his hand wrapped around the steering wheel
and how nine hours never gave us a chance

(nine hours away, you are, nine hours away)

should’ve never lead me on
knew you’d be gone

trip should be a breeze
driving out of my grip

but I need you here with me