The morning's warm, the air it tickles   A breakfast roll of ham and pickles   On the sidewalk hair is braided   The sun is broody and my body's jaded   A plastic bottle of water warm   I'm 10,000 miles away from harm   A plastic bottle of water warm   I'm 10,000 miles away from harm      Burn your feet on hot cement   The kisses longer and more frequent   Have a beer for thirst not drunk   And pack our bags into the trunk   Draw a scribble on your lovers arm   You're 10,000 miles away from harm      Talk with strangers over coke and rum   Well, should we go by train or thumb?      The village dogs, they walk in dozens   Making friends with their new cousins   We make our way down to the waves   And hear the whistling from the caves   I could be back home on the farm   But I'm 10,000 miles away from harm      I'm 10,000 miles...