10 Miles (Wide Winged Bird Version)

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 pray with our oxygen

And Joe, nothing is real

But we still have that feel

You're closing up the bar

And 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 travelling

And Joe, nothing is real

But we still have that feel

You're closing up the bar

And 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

Joe nothing is real

We still have that feel

You're closing up the bar

And i'm warming up the car

10 miles away

To die in your arms

Your words forming again