Some days ring out into the night   my failures with people right here.   The living room growing wide.   If I get near, what will I say?      Miles to fly over,   miles to the girl on my left.      The boy I love, he can walk   right over to anyone here   and talk about anything,   rain porches, car trips to the sea.      Miles to fly over,   miles to the girl on my left.      Walk over, fly over, run over,   walk over there.      People feel loved when he's around.   People feel light when he's around.