G.T. Moore | 2000 Miles


2000 Miles

I remember when we were friends
The world stood still just for then
How could it ever happen again

Down the white washed avenue
We went walking me and you
Everything was coming true

And here we all are now wondering why
I don't know wondering what next to do
Everytime I think of you what always feels so blue

Coming down two thousand miles
Travelling in a mistakable style
Come at last to your open smile