one thousand miles away

Recorded in 2002/03 at GlassPlanet Studio w/ Ben Smith, Jason Jones, and producer Krys Keylor

i used to make sense of this equation.

but now this equation doesn’t make sense to me.

and i think you’re trying on my patience

now it’s you and him and me and her.

it used to be him and her and you and me.

 

it’s a funny little thing you call me your machine

cause all i feel like is a whore.

i’m stumped there’s little doubt. of finding a way out

when you got me tied down to the floor

 

   cause you’re one thousand miles away.

   and i’m just too tired to drive that far.

   you won’t believe a word i say

   three steps head start running now

    let’s get going make it four

 

i see you tremble is the cold that cold?

i watched the sun go down. on this sleepy little town

and who’s to stop you next time when you’re feeling old?

from washing that bottle of lithium down? [down, down]

 

 she said she likes it when the sun illuminates this room.

 she spins around and i throw her down on the bed

 and yes i think she sees the things we do.

 but i don’t believe she’s heard a word we said.

 

  because she's one thousand miles away.

  and i'm just too tired to drive that far.

  and so, you don’t believe a note i play

  three steps head start running now

  let’s keep throwing it on the floor

 

i’m watching years fly by just like cars along the interstate.

at best you remember a few bumper stickers on the way.

so while you’re getting so upset. you might watch out for that semi truck. stay awake or end up in the ditch...

[somewhere one thousand miles away...]

 

  cause you’re one thousand miles away.

  and you're too damned stupid to just get in your car.

  so i don’t believe a note you play.

  three steps head start running now

  let’s get going now til it’s four...

 

it’s the benefits she gets.

for being one thousand miles away.

in her heart and in her head in her bed

in so many different ways.

it’s the politics of love.

or so they’d have me say

it’s the benefits she gets.

for being one thousand miles away.

 

words and music all, robb

december 2000

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