it’s a long life without any others—with a whipping wind at your back. dust has collected on my covers. i’ve been waiting for you to come back. i’ve been reckless—i haven’t been sleeping because it hurts to see you in my dreams. the distance i feel isn’t measured in miles—it’s measured in memories. we keep in contact—but what’s the motive? what’s the answer you seek? i have questions for every hour of the day but you never answer me. it’s easy to move on if you never stopped to look around in the first place. i am stunted—i’m staring at your footprints, wishing you would’ve stopped with me. since there’s nothing left for me to say, i think it’s better if i go on my way. but the exits are never flawless—more an entrance to lonely nights. oh, the moon’s high and the stars are shining thru clouds, i’m alone here in this field for the rest of my life. if you’d come back, we could start it over—get married one day, settle down. with the white fence, a nine-to-five gig. find the love that was never around. since there’s nothing left for me to say, i think it’s better if i go on my way. the distance that i feel isn’t measured in miles—it’s measured in memories. i believe there is love to be found. i believe in love. oh, the moon’s high and the stars are staring at me. we’re laying in a field, side-by-side. i tried to reach you but you were miles from me—you were already lost in my eyes. so that night i lost my shot at the moon cause i was busy counting stars. though you were only a few feet over, you had never been so far away.