Five hundred miles from you.
Stars in the windshield, blurred in the headlights, coming through.
And i see you in the rear view, and i see cars passing by...
Five hundred miles from her.
Torn from my mother, hiding 'neath the covers, next to you.
But i cant, no I can't, leave her. And i can't, no I can't, leave you.
Falling into the arms of a refugee
And it's killing me... what I've done to you, what it's done to me.
And i see you in the rear view. And i see cars passing by.
Falling into the arms of a refugee
And it's killing me... what I've done to you, what it's done to me.