I look over at you as we sit on a seat of metal on the pioneer trail
We say nothing, we avoid eye contact.
The space between us is inevitable although we are forced to be quite close
The light in your eyes is gone and a cold wall is up
A wall too strong for me to break in the state I happened to be in
I wasn't prepared for the distance, but are we ever really ready?
I can't tell if it's the end or if we just hit a bump
And I can't read your face or decipher the meaning behind your vague messages.
All I know is that I am over here and you are worlds away
and that at this moment that is where you want to be.
Not by my side.
Worlds away.