I have stopped looking for you,
because I won't hear you come in,
but I will hear you when you sleep.
Long distances don't mean a thing.
I have been torn from your side,
and replaced with a drive,
for adventure, and life to the full.
Truth is I'm jealous.
Your life is free and flowing,
you come and go when you please.
An application, a job always calling your name,
some state, some town.
Yet, I know someday,
You will thieve me,
"Away" can be our destination,
and night can cover our tracks.