It's been a while and a million miles since I've seen the sun shine on your face,
A long time coming, but now I'm running back home,
The southern pines and the neon signs, and every back road between the two,
Out of sight don't mean out of mind to me.

Carry on this way,
I'm singing to you from somewhere tonight,
Am I getting through' (is it getting through')
I choke on every word, and it never comes out right,
This would be so much easier standing next to you.

I didn't know what I was looking for, but I found it when I took your hand,
That Cheshire smile still cuts me down to the bone,
Preacher says, 'It's for rich or poor,' ' we see a lot of the latter of two,
I've been gone so long I'm afraid I might be losing you.

Carry on this way,
I'm singing to you from somewhere tonight,
Am I getting through' (is it getting through')
I choke on every word, and it never comes out right,
This would be so much easier standing next to you.

Carry on this way,
I'm singing to you from somewhere tonight,
Am I getting through' (is it getting through')
I choke on every word, and it never comes out right,
This would be so much easier standing right next to you.