There are 2000 miles
Between where I am and where I want to be.

Every time the sun greets my car
i seemed to be farther from where you are
2500 miles from home.

I defended my life with a wavering voice
But i still replay the way your voice shrank in size,
The day when you grabbed my arm and begged me to stay.

I want to come back home
But i've got 3000 miles to go.