10 miles (Wide Winged Bird Version)

To die in your arms
Your words forming again
We kiss very hard and wild
To rise in the dark
Like birds, preying on skin
We pray with our oxygen

And Joe, nothing is real
But we still have that feel
You're closing up the bar
And I'm warming up the car
Ten miles away

Two children of ours
They came twirling in
We laughed very hard, for a while
But they've grown very far
And tall, how we miss them
Though happy they're travelling

And Joe, nothing is real
But we still have that feel
You're closing up the bar
And I'm warming up the car
Ten miles away

We set no alarm, eyes wide
6am wake up on the farm
Slowly walk to the barn
Horse feed, you take the yarn
I'll read
I'll read

Joe nothing is real
We still have that feel
You're closing up the bar
And i'm warming up the car
10 miles away

To die in your arms
Your words forming again