From the recording Postcard Saturdays
Lyrics
so close
think i stole it from a song
or did i hear it from your tongue
may have read it in my stars
maybe i smelled it on your blood
find i’m wrestling with fate
muscles tired and cavin’ in
i watch the sand pour through the glass
and now your kisses through my hands
so close
so far away
i feel the rocks between the tread
these tires ain’t laid no open road
i taste my fillings o’er the tracks
warning the train’s about to board
so close
so far away
you are so close
so far away
missed the plane in marion
borrowed time at dawn
to find i’d woke up lost in lexington
displaced from marbled arms
where i belong
oh i belong
frantic diggin for my shoes
ain’t hardly ran since i was eight
facing nothing but to lose
only the fear i am too late
so close
so far away
you are so close
so far away