The distance hurts, makes me cry.
I think of her, dream of her, and whisper her name.
Oh god, back to me I wish she came.
I hear her voice and see her face.
I can’t touch her though, she’s another place.
All I’d give to hold her hand.
Instead I yearn for her from a foreign land.
What was once a laugh is now a sigh.
There’s a million steps between her and I.