(Fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro – simple, melancholic, G major key) (Verse 1) (G)Sunrise bleeds across the (C)city street where (G)you Are stirring coffee, tying (D)up your worn-out shoe. And (G)here the moon is high, still (C)clinging to the (G)sky, A thousand miles of asphalt (D)and the reason (G)why My chest feels hollowed (C)out and waiting (G)for the tide To drag me down the (D)highway to the (G)place where you reside. (Verse 2) We (G)talk about the weather (C)and the books we (G)read, A gentle, careful fencing (D)of the things we need. (G)We paint our days in verses (C)and we send them (G)on the wire, A fragile, glowing bridge above the (D)cold and lonely (G)fire. You say your garden’s blooming, (C)I say the rain fell (G)hard, And we trade our tiny (D)pictures like a (G)pair of playing cards. (Chorus) Oh, this distant horizon, (C)it’s a cruel and lovely (G)thing, A half-sung melody the (D)tired bluebird (G)sings. I can’t reach out to touch you, (C)can only hear your (G)name, But the space between us (D)only feeds the (G)flame. Yeah, the space between us (D)only feeds the (G)flame. (Verse 3) I (G)walk the streets at midnight (C)and I see your (G)face in every light, A ghost of your existence (D)in the deep and starless night. (G)I think of your laugh rumbling, (C)the colour of your (G)eyes, And every lonely mile just (D)makes the wanting (G)rise. I trace the map with my thumb, (C)a ragged, hopeful (G)line, From this dusty, small town (D)to where your hand meets (G)mine. (Harmonica solo – simple, echoing the melody of the verse) (Verse 4) We (G)know the risks we’re taking, (C)the promises we (G)make, The silent vow we whisper (D)for our lonely hearts’ (G)own sake. Some folks say it’s foolish, (C)say it’s bound to (G)fall apart, That a paper-thin connection (D)can’t sustain the (G)heart. But they don’t see the sunlight (C)you send me through the (G)screen, The way your simple 'I miss (D)you' washes (G)everything clean. (Chorus) Oh, this distant horizon, (C)it’s a cruel and lovely (G)thing, A half-sung melody the (D)tired bluebird (G)sings. I can’t reach out to touch you, (C)can only hear your (G)name, But the space between us (D)only feeds the (G)flame. Yeah, the space between us (D)only feeds the (G)flame. (Bridge) (C)Soon the ticket’s purchased, (G)the date is written (D)down, And I’ll burn the midnight (Em)oil to get (C)out of this sleepy (G)town. And the miles will shrink to (D)inches, the voices turn to (G)skin, And this weary, wandering (D)soul will finally (G)let you in. (Chorus) Oh, this distant horizon, (C)it’s a cruel and lovely (G)thing, A half-sung melody the (D)tired bluebird (G)sings. I can’t reach out to touch you, (C)can only hear your (G)name, But the space between us (D)only feeds the (G)flame. Yeah, the space between us (D)only feeds the (G)flame. (Outro) (G)A thousand miles is only (C)a chapter in a (G)book, And every lonely mile will be worth (D)one single, steady (G)look. (Strum G chord slowly, let ring, final soft fingerpicked G) Hmmmm... (Fade out)
