作曲 : Timmins
  No one in sight for fifty miles,
 sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines
 If I could just reach the crest of that hill
 this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill
 
 The sky is still as a spinning top,
 shooting stars drop like burning words from above
 If I could just connect all these dots,
 the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love
 
 And yet the people keep saying
 I'm miles from my home,
 miles from my home
 
 I met you again in my sleep last night,
 these are days of slow boats and false starts
 Hearts remain under lock and key,
 you will be the one to set them both free
 
 And yet the people will tell you
 your miles from your home,
 miles from your home
 
 But that's where I want to be
 Out there searching,
 out here fumbling,
 out here waiting,
 for you and you for me
 
 The moon hangs like a question mark,
 pale as milk, bold as a promise
 When will you share the sights with us?
 when will we hold you in our arms?
 
 And the people we'll tell them
 we're miles from our home,
 miles from our home