by David Crosby



You know what I miss

Small things, like

textures and flavors

How close up everything 

used to feel

Till this distance came

in our lives...distance

came in our lives



It always happens 

when you're trying to 

get next to someone

When you want to reach

their heart.

You cannot get close

enough...to start

Talking.

Talking straight to 

one another.





Do you remember 

The things you used

to write on the dashboard

in the dust?

And the way we never, never 

we never thought

this car would rust



Till this distance

came in our lives.

Distance came in our lives.



It always happens

when you're trying 

to get next to someone

When you want to reach

her heart.

You cannot get close, close,

close enough to start



Talking...talking straight

to one another

Talking and talking and talking

Across these distances

in our lives.

distances in our lives

distances in our lives.





(c) 1986 Guerilla Music Inc. (BMI)



Acoustic guitar:  David Crosby

Electric guitar:  Dan Kortchmar

Bass:  George Perry

Electric piano:  Kenny Kirkland

Electric piano:  Graham Nash

Drums:  Joe Vitale

Percussion:  Joe Lala