West

Maps stretched out-

Too many miles to count.

Let’s just say we’re inches apart,

Even closer at heart,

And we’ll be just fine.

Another pin pushed in

To remind us where we’ve been.

And every mile adds up

And leaves a mark on us.

And sometimes our compass breaks

And our steady true north fades.

We’ll be just fine.

We’ll be just fine.

We’ll be just fine.

We’ll be just fine,

I know that we will.

I just know we will.

Time moves slow

When half of your heart has yet to come home.

Every minute’s adding up

And leaving a mark on us.

I can’t get you out of my mind.

I can’t get you out of my mind.

I can’t get you out of my mind.

I solemnly swear,

I swear that I’ll never try.

We’ll be just fine.

We’ll be just fine.

We’ll be just fine,

I know that we will.

We’ll be just fine.

We’ll be just fine.

It’s a matter of time

'Til our compass stands still,

'Til our compass stands still.