Faraway Voice

October 2004

Ooh, faraway voice,
We can hear you voice,
What’s it like to be heard?
But from you not a word,

Are you over those hills?
Do you still hum the old melodies?
Do you wish people listened?
Over here with me,

Ooh, faraway voice,
What I would give to hear that voice,
What’s it like to breathe?
My ears deceive me, voice.

And I will walk with you on a summers day,
And I will talk to you,
Though you’re far away,
And we’ll sing through the years.

Are you over those hills?
Do you still hum the old melodies?
Do you wish people listened?

Over here with me,
Over here with me,
Over here with me.