500 Miles

500 miles, I stop to write a postcard

it's a long way back

words on a card, are less than consolation

for the things you lack

past the deadline, call from a landline

but you can't make somebody understand

all you can handle, blow out the candle

and it goes round and it goes round again

500 miles, with love like medication

and my hands are tied

weeds to the door, so much deliberation

you could lose your mind

past the deadline, wait for the green light

but you can't see the end before you start

fade like a fashion, the moment is passing

and I can't stay much longer in the dark

500 miles, through the open window

as the train goes by

500 miles, is maybe all I needed just to get it right

all I need, all that goes...comes around ...all I need...to get it right

past the deadline, riding a thin line

the turns of poetry and circumstance

all you can handle, I'm at a standstill,

and it goes round and it goes round again...

500 miles, somewhere over Kansas,

where the storm goes by

500 miles, is maybe all I needed

just to get it right...all I need...to get it right