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...
