10 miles

To die in your arms Your words forming again We kiss very hard and wild To rise in the dark Like birds preying on skin We prey with our oxygen Joel, nothing is real But we still have that feel You're closing up the bar I'm warming up the car Ten miles away Two children of ours They came twirling in We laughed very hard for a while But they've grown very far and tall How we miss them Though happy they're traveling Joel, nothing is real But we still have that feel You're closing up the bar I'm warming up the car Ten miles away We set no alarm Eyes wide, 6AM Wake up on the farm Slowly walk to the barn Horse feed, you take the yarn I'll read, I'll read Joel, nothing is real We still have that field You're closing up the bar I'm warming up the car Ten miles away To die in your arms Your words forming again