Distance

Wait 5 minutes,
Count to ten.

Pick up the phone,
Dial again,

Wait for an answer,
The machine picks up,

You remember last time,
You'll never see him close up,

Lie on the floor,
Watch the ceiling in dismay,

Think of his face,
Then turn your head away,

He\'s never around,
When you need him most,

You think of the distance,
The pain that hurts the worst,

You can\'t touch his hand,
For his hand is held by hers,

You try not to cry,
But your vision eventually blurs.

You\'ll wish on a star,
But wishes never come true.