"Ten Thousand Miles"—Crooked Timber

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Ten Thousand Miles

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)

In the early morning sun,
The day's begun,
But nothing much is waiting to be done.

So I'll drift on back to sleep,
And I will dream
A little dream of you
Beside the place I keep

Where you once lay by my side—
The place you'll lie again
When you come to be my bride.

          And I will send my love to you
          Ten thousand miles across the sea;
          I will keep a place for you
          And you will be where I will be.

          I will lie and think of you
          And feel you lying next to me;
          I will keep a place for you
          And you will be where I will be.

I was not made to be alone,
As I have shown
Each time I've tried surviving on my own.

But everything is right when I'm with you—
And once we knew,
To watch you fly away
Was all that I could do.

There's a rupture in my life,
A wound that won't be healed
'Til you come to be my wife.

          So I will send my love to you
          Ten thousand miles across the sea;
          I will keep a place for you
          And you will be where I will be.

          I will lie and think of you
          And feel you lying next to me;
          I will keep a place for you
          And you will be where I will be.

You know it helps to keep me sane
To have you by my side—
But we'll go crazy once again
When you come to be my bride.

          So I will send my love to you
          Ten thousand miles across the sea;
          I will keep a place for you
          And you will be where I will be.

          I will lie and think of you
          And feel you lying next to me;
          I will keep a place for you
          And you will be where I will be;
          You will be where I will be;
          Oh, you will be where I will be.