it starts with hello how are you how s your day but its always just the same and there s nothing here to blame until we hang up catch a flight on a weekend a couple of nights then we re leaving again to separate homes as we try to hold up the one weve build between us counting miles like counting sheep i know it s eight hours on the road two in the air and water doesn t flow between but trains go anywhere i need a way to keep me sane to keep you here to keep us real oh i know how far you are but i can t tell how far you feel how far you feel no i don t mind the distance sometimes we listen better if we don t have distractions just hours and minutes to ration but i like to feel your whisper on my tongue but this hurts and i m numb to catch up calls in bathroom stalls is this all we ve become i know its eight hours on the road two in the air and water doesnt flow between but trains go anywhere i need a way to keep me sane to keep you here to keep up real oh i know how far you are but i can t tell how far you feel how far you feel so i pack a bag save a rose write a letter i say a prayer and i hope it gets better but if i pack a bag save a rose write a letter will it ever will it ever get better  i know its eight hours on the road and two in the air and water doesn t flow between but trains go anywhere i need a way to keep me sane to keep you here to keep up real oh i know how far you are but i can t tell how far you feel how far you feel how far you feel how far you feel