There's only so many songs that I can sing to pass the time and I'm running out of things to do to get you off my mind. All I have is this picture in a frame that I hold close to see your face every day. With you is where I'd rather be but we're stuck where we are and it's so hard, you're so far. This long distance is killing me, I wish that you were here with me. Now the minutes feel like hours and the hours feel like days. While I'm away you know right now I can't be home, but I'm coming home soon, coming home soon.
