10 miles

To die in your arms
 Your words forming again
 We kiss very hard and wild
 To rise in the dark
 Like birds preying on skin
 We prey with our oxygen
 Joel, nothing is real
 But we still have that feel
 You're closing up the bar
 And I'm warming up the car
 Ten miles away
 Two children of ours
 They came twirling in
 We laughed very hard for a while
 They've grown very far and tall
 How we miss them
 Though happy they're traveling
 Joel, nothing is real
 But we still have that feel
 You're closing up the bar
 And I'm warming up the car
 Ten miles away
 We set no alarm
 Eyes wide, 6 a.m
 Wake up on the farm
 Slowly walk to the barn
 Horse feed, you take the yarn
 I'll read, I'll read
 Joel, nothing is real
 But we still have that feel
 You're closing up the bar
 And I'm warming up the car
 Ten miles away
 To die in your arms
 Your words forming again