Flyover States

Across land, across sea

We can’t count the miles

The days, the weeks, the months, the years

We can’t count the miles

Do you know what it’s like?

How is it when you fall asleep?

Have you ever been in love?

Could you explain to me since I keep trying to pretend

But it’s better to keep quiet

Still it goes without saying that I can’t help it

Across land, across sea

We can’t count the miles

The days, the weeks, the months, the years

We can’t count the miles now

If you wanted to trade places, exist in different spaces

One would have to erase this