*so Far Away

Monday
waking up, taking my stuff, opening the door
wishing you were in front the window
wrapping your hand
saying, "c'mon baby, we've gotta go"
ya picking me up

Tuesday
rollin' up out of my bed, putting my jeans on
carrying my jacket, gonna be cold today
smiling to you
saying, "baby, I hate your suit
make the picture bad"

Wednesday
so am I on Thursday, back to my real life
waking up the cell phone ring I hear
you are so away
saying, "morning, baby I miss you so"
make me realize

you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done

Friday
opening the window, singing a love song
imaginin' ya ring my phone soon
should wake me up today
saying, "morning, baby I love you so
don't ya miss me know

Saturday
trying not to open my eyes early, but can't
the texts saying I've got to go
being busy with my stuff
keeping my mind of you all day
don't ya miss me boy

Sunday
making my hair, taking my dress up yeah
smiling to the church praying for a while
thinking, "ain't God love me so or
just want me cry"

you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done