I wish we lived in the city,
So your voice could answer, ‘I’ll be there soon,’
Struggling with the other sleeve
Coming home to me

You can end my painful introspection,  no prescriptions –
You give me a look, that lets me know  
How it’s okay
To laugh
At it all

If we weren't miles apart, I wouldn't be putting up walls,
I wouldn't find myself running in and out
Of stronger arms and weaker hearts,
Clinging on, trying to feel like I belong.