Long distance love song

Two lovers I know just had to spend a long time apart, and it was tough. I should know - I was one of them.

But two other lovers I know also had to do the same thing. Unlike me, they both can sing. So with that in mind I thought I'd write a song.

Spent five thousand miles sweet dreaming of you
Burning hot jet engines but still I’m feeling blue
Wishing I was home with your subtle charms
Wrapped up from the world in your loving arms

‘Cos it’s a long road home
When your heart cries out for love
But you’re all alone
Yeah baby, it’s a long road home

I flipped a silver dollar but caught a golden pound
Without you everything’s the wrong way 'round
Turned the corner from Times to Leicester Square
Caught my breath sharp when I saw you standing there

‘Cos it’s a long road home
Saw you smiling in the mirror but
When I turned you’d gone
Oh darling, it’s a long road home

Sitting drinking coffee when all I want is tea
And to fold the Atlantic, to bring you to close me
Life can be electric when you’re on your own
And it’s hard to be a lover at the end of a phone

‘Cos it’s a long road home
You’re the sunshine in my soul
And the tears in my eyes
Dammit baby, it’s such a long road home

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Imagine if it was you with the
Wire around my heart
Twisted turning blue beside
Prowling, ugly lungs

Imagine if it was you whom I
Could no longer hold
Burnt cold crimson desperate
In touching our desire

Imagine if it was you in mono
Artistically cut to size
Stood stark gold and only
Forcibly retired

Imagine if it was me rushed
Backwards knuckles white
Split apart twice over by
Love and soul denied

Arrival

Long keel hauled over the blue bow of the globe
Queued, bruised, handled, stamped and checked
In line, jammed between exhaustion and exhilaration
My mind crackles wickedly with one thought: I am here

Old friends

Turned from familiarity to malcontent
Inconsequentially passing out of
Notoriety and rare sobriety
To find myself again

Everything is new and old

Long short time till gone

Surrounded by quick things I cannot escape the compulsion to stamp
Wishing I could instead start the days I have no obligation to begin
Scrambling from white list black lines that march toward me every day
Holding out for the moment when I can touch down unload walk free