Miles - Meg Hutchinson

Don't they look happy through the glass?
As their, shiny cars rush past
Loaded for the holidays
Looking like their marriages might last
Almost as far as you can
Get from me before dark
Touch down outside some warm harbor
Doesn't the wind feel hot?

How fetching this stranger, how lovely the sea
And she will say, " I have never felt this way"
And you're miles and miles from here

Funny, how we can't until we
Until we must
Is this sheer madness I am driven too
Or, is this a higher kind of love?

The money runs low and also
Also does my hope
I give it to you and then you
You give it away