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