This distance I’m creating could destroy us in the end.
Over countless miles, I can’t get you out of my head. Weeks away from home are nothing compared to a day without you. Too many nights I’m thinking of what I’ve left behind. They say distance will make you stronger, but I feel weaker with every week. I left my heart on the side of the road. Distance will be my struggle with hope. Why is this all on me? I know where my heart is, where’s yours, where’s yours?