by David Crosby

You know what I miss

Small things, like

textures and flavors

How close up everything

used to feel

Till this distance came

in our lives...distance

came in our lives

It always happens

when you're trying to

get next to someone

When you want to reach

their heart.

You cannot get close

enough...to start

Talking.

Talking straight to

one another.

Do you remember

The things you used

to write on the dashboard

in the dust?

And the way we never, never

we never thought

this car would rust

Till this distance

came in our lives.

Distance came in our lives.

It always happens

when you're trying

to get next to someone

When you want to reach

her heart.

You cannot get close, close,

close enough to start

Talking...talking straight

to one another

Talking and talking and talking

Across these distances

in our lives.

distances in our lives

distances in our lives.

(c) 1986 Guerilla Music Inc. (BMI)

Acoustic guitar: David Crosby

Electric guitar: Dan Kortchmar

Bass: George Perry

Electric piano: Kenny Kirkland

Electric piano: Graham Nash

Drums: Joe Vitale

Percussion: Joe Lala