There's more red in the trees than there was last week,

but not much in the trees in Tennessee.

That's where you are.

It feels so far.

I've been resting my head on a hundred different pillows.

This old road is finally taking its toll on me.

I don't mean to be

taking a toll on you.

 

It's so cold in Massachusetts where I am.

I just want to be holding your hand

and in your arms,

but they seem so far.

I've been counting the miles and the hours like they're sheep.

The last time I saw you is the last time I had real sleep.

I don't mean to be

taking it out on you.

I'm sky high and southbound, now you're headed west.

Can't wrap my mind 'round this hole in my chest.

It's so hard —

you're still so far.

I wish that I knew how to do this much better, but

broken hearts just don't mix with cold weather, baby —

I don't mean to be

taking mine out on you.

I'm having a hard time lately.

It feels like I'm going crazy

from missing your touch.

I miss you so much.

There's more red in the trees than there was last week,

but still not much in the trees in Tennessee.

That's where you are.

It feels so far.