I was in the city
Walking through Seattle
Far from my hometown
Just thinking 'bout the weather
I was kinda nervous
It was a long flight 'cross the country
And I was thinking 'maybe'
But did I really want it?
She had a baby daughter
I was all set to play 'Father'
Move out to Seattle
And go live with her mother
Now oh..., I'm a long way from home
And oh..., where I have I gone?
She had said that she loved me
And I said that I loved her
But we were young and naive
Thought love was caused by Cupid
If our words were all that mattered
Then forever she'd be flattered
But there's something called impressions
And ours caused a concession
Now I kept saying that I'd move there
But it was moreso wishful thinking
The actions wouldn't follow
The words that I was saying
And all the thoughts that wouldn't happen
Had caused a stressful situation
And the distant seperation
Conquered any preperation
And now I'm so far from home, home, home, home, home . . . . .
© Left Field