Distance

We fished the Sabine river back before Toledo Bend

We took cane poles and water melons but we'd mostly eat and swim

Then we'd wade across to Texas just like wild Comanche's itchin' for a fight

It felt like such a distance back to the Lousiana side

From the airport to the Sabine was a thousand miles or so

But I'm back here on this river like all those years ago

To think on trials and situations that sent to running back to this lost shore

I guess that miles don't make the distance they don't make a difference anymore

Chorus

It's not lifetimes

It's not light years

It's not the turns made round the wheel

It's not the miles that make the distance

It's just the way they make you feel

Time and space just keep collapsing like through the wrong end of a lens

Till it seems my journeys over before it could begin

Now there's some old man in my mirror he's staring back like this ain't real

He says, "the miles don't make the distance it's the way they make you feel"