thought of your face as i sat on the plane holding back tears remembering your favorite movie in the car sleep deprived and even further away from you but every song i hear is like you’re next to me and im going home on a friday night cutting through traffic on sixth ave a sea of drunk people wishing it could be my life again with you the restaurant window framed you perfectly it was like watching a movie from a mile away wondering if this was your life when i wasn’t around wondering if there was any time you watched me like a movie a mile away