Interstate Interior

I'm flying in an aeroplane and I hope it won't be long
Until I touch down in your town, but the direction's all wrong
Right now I'm on the other side of the moon

I'm riding on a railway train and I hope it won't be long
Until I pull into to your stop, but these tracks go on and on
As I sit here counting time from left to right go by
Just a passive voice, a ghost, a shadow of what's been left behind

I think about the situation
That's left us in this complicated time
And you're far away and this sensation's
Got me worried nothing's left to find

Well I'm speeding down the interstate and I hope it won't be long
Until I pull on your off-ramp to take me to your home
To those old familiar times, used to feel so right

I think about the situation
That's left us in this complicated burn
And I may be wrong, but this sensation's
Got me worried, that one won't return... won't return

Right now I stand on your front porch and I know it won't be long
Until I see your worried face, but I hope it don't feel wrong
When I look into your eyes, besides all the surprise
Well when I was out there were you hoping I would just stay gone?