Sleepless nights in my
Bed of grief I see
The ceiling fall from the
Mirrored sky there’s a
Shadowed moonlight from
Passing cars and they
Roll through hills like I
Sing my song

Nine hundred miles
And one day close

Chiming crests flower
Waning troughs where I
See the sun shining
And me in darkness laughing
And morning cries a warning
To my distant keeping
From a high window
I hear me calling

Nine hundred miles
And one day close

Dreams of souls parting
And lighting flames unleashing
Silence bounding freely
The sounds of nature healing
Lonely memories leaving
Journeys end too swiftly
Mountains drifting this way
I’m driving slowly

Nine hundred miles
And one day close