You live three thousand miles away
I dream of you, by night by day
I wonder if you listen east
to hear my whisper in the winds
and every time the sun rescinds
behind a sheet of snow and sleet
I feel my heart race forth and beat
for fear of losing you.
But there isn't snow in L.A.
As I imagine your sweet voice say
from the passenger seat (as you fall asleep)
you must have listened east.
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