Distance is a devil, paved with ash and beat up promises
That pours too frequently from tears to misguided melodies and minors
I remember all those nights at the foot of my bed
Strumming those chords and you sang so sweet,
Line after line, word after word
Honey it’s like living on the breeze and it carried me
Right into the back seat, oh how we’d scream our favorite words
After all they understood us, as if like books and they read us
Line after line, word for word
Now I don’t know where I am, somewhere stuck in-between
So I put your record on and as it spins and your voice spills out
You know I do too, I just get more confused
I thought you were singing those for me, little promises for me to believe
And now they’re all for the breeze
Line after line, word after word