Far From Home

Suitcase by the heater Coffee in a paper cup Map pinned on a fridge that isn't mine I kiss your faces on a screen Tap twice so you might see I'm here But all my heart is where you are I'm far from home Counting down the days like prayers Your drawings on the motel drawer Your voices floating through this air I work these miles for something more But I ache down to the core Every time I turn the key And you're not on this side of the door Lunch break on a plastic chair Watching playgrounds through the glass Imagine you with muddy shoes and laughs Calendar of tiny stars You drew them for "when you get back" I trace them with my thumb and lose my breath I'm far from home Counting down the days like prayers Your drawings on the motel drawer Your voices floating through this air I work these miles for something more But I ache down to the core Every time I turn the key And you're not on this side of the door One day you'll ask me why I missed some games Some lullabies I'll say I carried you In every empty night In every stranger town I was building us a life I'm far from home Counting down the days like prayers Your drawings on the motel drawer Your voices floating through this air I work these miles for something more But I ache down to the core Every time I turn the key I see you running to the door Yeah I see you on the floor And I'm not far from home no more (oh yeah) Track from the album "Culture Clash"