Far Away

‘Hey’

‘Y’okay?’

… ‘Yea’ I say

But the pause betrays

My longing to find someway

To be home by Sunday

That’s the price I pay

For being the one who lives far away

I miss every birthday

And holiday

Time zones get in the way

My night is home’s midday

FOMO squeezes my airway

But this I downplay

As that’s the price I pay

For being the one who lives far away

I’m a foreign stray

My ticket just one-way

And I am here to stay

But maybe someday

We will be separated by a highway

Or have access to Santa’s sleigh

For now this is the price I pay

Being the one who lives far away