Miles From Your Hands

[Verse 1]
Your voice in my kitchen
Coffee’s going cold
Laughing through a laptop
Trying not to feel old
You’re packing up your daylight
I’m turning out my night
Same moon
Two windows
Both reaching for the light
[Chorus]
I want you
Across these miles
Across this map
Every missed touch pulling me back
I want you
In this house we haven’t built
In the last name we might share
I want you
More than distance
More than doubt
Till the kids are running wild in the yard outside the house
I want you
Yeah
I want you
[Verse 2]
We talk about a driveway
Cracked paint
Red door
Names on the mailbox
Shoes on the floor
You say you see a playground
I say I see your eyes
On a little face between us
Same laugh
Same stubborn fight
[Chorus]
I want you
Across these miles
Across this map
Every missed touch pulling me back
I want you
In this house we haven’t built
In the last name we might share
I want you
More than distance
More than doubt
Till the kids are running wild in the yard outside the house
I want you
Yeah
I want you (oh, I want you)
[Bridge]
One day this screen goes black
You’re on my front porch
Bag on your back
We won’t need words then
We’ll just stand there and know
Every lonely night
Paved the road
[Chorus]
I want you
In our mornings
In our mess
In the quiet
In the stress
I want you
At the table
Saying grace
Little hands and smiling face
I want you
More than distance
More than doubt
Till the kids are running wild in the yard outside the house
I want you
Yeah
I want you (hey)

rock, Big, wide-open rock ballad that swells into anthemic choruses. Clean electric guitars in the verses, male vocals in an intimate, close-mic tone; drums enter gradually. Chorus explodes with crunchy power chords, gang vocals on the hook, and soaring lead guitar fills. Bridge strips to voice and toms before a final, full-band uplift.