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

Jo, nothing is real

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

Jo, 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, 6 A.M

Wake up on the farm

Slowly walk to the barn

Horse feed, you take the yarn

I'll read, I'll read

Jo, nothing is real

But we still have that feel

You're closing up the bar

I'm warming up the car

Ten miles away

To die in your arms

Your words forming again