It’s a quarter to four and his alarm hasn’t gone off, so for fifteen more minutes he lays there awake, reading old letters from a girl far away.

Until he’s rudely interrupted by his past dew awareness, he puts on his clothes and he faces today’s stress.      

And as he drags his feet back to his room that night,

He still only has one thing on his mind,

It’s The last time he saw her and when he will see her again.

When will he see her again..

This will be a long night if you haven’t guessed, please keep your phone In hand, cause I’m not getting any sleep with your voice still in my head and the time I spent with you seemed to follow me to bed.  And it’s killing me how, I can’t be with you right now,

And for every six hundred miles, I put a face to words that will bring me home safely and in good time, cause the girl on the phone is mine.

How could she know just what he means,  when he cant fully illustrate his most passionate dream,

In a desperate attempt to show her his love, he pushes record and he spits out his stuff. But track after track he deletes out of shame, asking himself why the words never came.

But he’s still determined to steal the girls heart, what else can he do when they live worlds apart.

What better reason to avert a mental disaster, his hearts hit the floor there’s only one thing he’s after,

What could he say, what could he say, to take her breath away…

Tonight I wont be getting much sleep, cause words are filling my head, and the time spent with you followed me to bed, its killing me how, I cant be with you now.

And for every six hundred miles, I put face to words that will get me home in time, cause the girl on the other  end of the phone is mine.

And in just another two years , the girl on the phone is mine.