Tytuł: Miles From Our Home

• Wykonawca: Cowboy Junkies
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No one in sight for fifty miles,
  sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines
  If I could just reach the crest of that hill
  this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill
  
  The sky is still as a spinning top,
  shooting stars drop like burning words from above
  If I could just connect all these dots,
  the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love
  
  And yet the people keep saying
  I'm miles from my home,
  miles from my home
  
  I met you again in my sleep last night,
  these are days of slow boats and false starts
  Hearts remain under lock and key,
  you will be the one to set them both free
  
  And yet the people will tell you
  your miles from your home,
  miles from your home
  
  But that's where I want to be
  Out there searching,
  out here fumbling,
  out here waiting,
  for you and you for me
  
  The moon hangs like a question mark,
  pale as milk, bold as a promise
  When will you share the sights with us?
  when will we hold you in our arms?
  
  And the people we'll tell them
  we're miles from our home,
  miles from our home
  
  
   Good Friday