Thinking of you in a north western town
It's a picture perfect view
I'm distracted by you
The urge to speak is strong
I'm short of change and time is not long
All that I perceive a sweet voice but a tone of grief

And now it troubles me to know
All is not well with you
Now it troubles me to know
I can not be there to help you

But what am I to do
My ride is days away
I wish I could be there
Geographically impaired
Frustrating that it is
I'm stuck behind the glass
The distance makes the pain grow stronger
Just as my heart is fonder