Suitcase by the heater

Coffee in a paper cup

Map pinned on a fridge that isn't mine

I kiss your faces on a screen

Tap twice so you might see

I'm here

But all my heart is where you are

I'm far from home

Counting down the days like prayers

Your drawings on the motel drawer

Your voices floating through this air

I work these miles for something more

But I ache down to the core

Every time I turn the key

And you're not on this side of the door

Lunch break on a plastic chair

Watching playgrounds through the glass

Imagine you with muddy shoes and laughs

Calendar of tiny stars

You drew them for "when you get back"

I trace them with my thumb and lose my breath

I'm far from home

Counting down the days like prayers

Your drawings on the motel drawer

Your voices floating through this air

I work these miles for something more

But I ache down to the core

Every time I turn the key

And you're not on this side of the door

One day you'll ask me why

I missed some games

Some lullabies

I'll say I carried you

In every empty night

In every stranger town

I was building us a life

I'm far from home

Counting down the days like prayers

Your drawings on the motel drawer

Your voices floating through this air

I work these miles for something more

But I ache down to the core

Every time I turn the key

I see you running to the door

Yeah

I see you on the floor

And I'm not far from home no more (oh yeah)

Track from the album "Culture Clash"