Miles

Meg Hutchinson

Don't they look happy through the glass?

As their, shiny cars rush past

Loaded for the holidays

Looking like their marriages might last

Almost as far as you can

Get from me before dark

Touch down outside some warm harbor

Doesn't the wind feel hot?



How fetching this stranger, how lovely the sea

And she will say, " I have never felt this way"

And you're miles and miles from here



Funny, how we can't until we

Until we must

Is this sheer madness I am driven too

Or, is this a higher kind of love?



The money runs low and also

Also does my hope

I give it to you and then you

You give it away