Lyrics

Fifteen-Hundred Miles
© 2005 kate laurel smith, kate laurel publishing/ASCAP

I saw you walking just the other day
Through leaves rustling on the ground
The mirror sky reflecting concrete gray
The sidewalk spinning upside down

Your faded jeans, your hat and your tattered scarf
Your coat a vintage Navy blue
And on your sleeve what could?ve been your heart
I think I look a bit like you

And it was me, that face staring from the window
That smiled as you watched the bus drive by

And I wondered who you were and what you?re doing here
I wondered if you were my kind of guy

So it?s a little cold here in November
When you?re waiting on promises to hold
Why, you can?t even remember
And you?re fifteen-hundred miles away from what you don?t even know

It?s my first time being alone through the holidays
The colors here are bleeding into one
And I can?t tell you which shade of blue I am today
Or if I?m slowly fading into brown




And it was me last night, that girl walking home on the street-side
Through a sea of strangers drunk to numb the pain

While I wondered what kind of world are we living in
Yes, I wondered it I?d ever be the same

There?s a glass
On the table
Dare we ask if we can drink it down
We want to know
If it can save us, is it
Some new antidote we think we?ve found

I didn?t say it was half-empty
But it sure as hell ain?t half full

So it?s a little cold here in November?