作曲 : Pond, Smith
No one knows why we were 
taught to look away 
There might be something wrong with me 
There's nothing that I can't believe 
Are you listening 2000 miles from here 
Is the same sky just as clear 
Out of the window, the slow light of morning 
First hits your hands, touches your face 
Though it's uncomfortable, though it is awkward 
Days leave the night, eyes in the light 
The only time you're listening 
When we run from all the things we could say 
I don't know what you could be hearing 
with the sounds of cars so far far away 
I don't know why we were taught to look away 
There might be something wrong with me 
There's nothing that I won't believe 
Are you listening 2000 miles from here 
Are the crickets just as clear