When you’re miles away
When you’re miles away
I can’t write and I can’t say
anything. My life’s cliche.
It was rainy then, and cold.
It always is, or so I\'m told
when life and love have gone astray
and other things take you away.
When you’re miles from me
I can\'t write and I can’t see
anything. My life’s debris.
There was a storm yesterday.
There always is, or so they say
when love packs up and runs away
“to other things,” I heard her say.
When you’re miles away
I can’t write and I can’t play
anything. My life’s niente.
Since then it’s raining every day.
Perhaps they’re tears I shed today.
With your love gone I wilt away
and other things all fade to gray.
When you’re an ocean away
I can’t write and I can’t pray
for anything except... tomorrow.