No one knows why we were taught to look away

There might be something wrong with me

There's nothing that I can't believe.

Are you listening 2,000 miles from here?

Is the same sky just as clear?


Out of the window the slow light morning

First hits your hands, touches your face

Though it's uncomfortable, though it is awkward

Days leave the night, eyes in the light.


The only time you're listening

When we run from all the things we could say

I don't know what you could be here

The sounds have gone so far, far away.


I don't know why we were taught to look away

There might be something wrong with me

There's nothing that I won't believe

Are you listening 2,000 miles from here?

Are the crickets just as clear?