This one's for the future and a memory of the past.

The road is fearless, adventurous; The road is cruel.

Why do miles make a difference,
haven't I got you anyway?
It's like I can hardly wait to see you
and talking on the phone is just the
same way.
But you always sound so different
over phonelines,
but my body reacts the same
as if you were just behind me,
calling out my name.

You're worth all the wait in the world
to see.
But I just feel connected.
Sometimes like we're not apart.
Cos you're never too far away from me
to feel.
It just must be those concrete ties
that bind us, with their yellow hashes
judging time
like second hands or hour movements
or turnings of calender pages.
Must be a static cling that grabs us
and keeps us winding.

Cos when you come back
it will be like you had
never left.
Maybe I just never fear
for this all is God's earth
and we are his people.