Many Miles Away

05:03
Christina Trulio
01/25/2012
Christina Trulio

Story

from the album: Cowboys and Brazilians

Lyrics

he left the back bay looking tired

in a yellow cab and a yellow shirt

he held on to his guitar case

like he held on to his hurt

June sweat in the evening

curling up his hair

rolling down the window

he could feel her in the air

and he asked, he asked

is it the northern lights, is it the southern breeze

is it the western moon, or the eastern freeze

is it you I hear - who can say

many miles from here, many miles away

on the corner of the bed

with the bottle in room eight

holding on to a guitar case

well she’s probably running late

now there’s no promised land for Joshua

no one’s gonna be set free

vodka and valium, the new Plan B

And he asked, he asked

is it the northern lights, is it the southern breeze

is it the western moon, or the eastern freeze

is it you I hear - who can say

many miles from here, many miles away

she stopped and looked up at the sky

she knew that she had sinned

she left one without an answer

the other twisting in the wind

holding on to her guitar case walking back into the plane

she said “I’m just not gonna answer and I’m not gonna explain”

and she asked out loud to no one

is it the northern lights, is it the southern breeze

is it the western moon, or the eastern freeze

is it you I hear - who can say

many miles from here, many miles away