adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Far Away

a song

I hear the distant whistle
As I lie by your side;
I wish that I could board that train
And ride, ride, ride
Far away,
Far away.
I wish that I could ride far away.

I hear the wild geese passing
Through the midnight sky;
I wish that I could be with them
and fly, fly, fly
Far away,
Far away.
I wish that I could fly far away.

And I wish that I still loved you
The way that you love me,
But I know I must leave you soon
And be
Far away.

I hear your heart beat softly,
Hear you breathing low;
If only I could kiss your brow
And go, go, go
Far away,
Far away.
I wish that I could go far away.

Stephen Brooke ©2004


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