I think I know how he felt now,
wanting something that remained firmly beyond the horizon.
Something always just out of reach.
It’s the same way I felt about you,
those warm midsummer nights that I spent dreaming.
Dreaming that you were there with me.
Dreaming that I had had a choice,
and that I chose correctly.
But you were always just close enough to make me want.
And far away enough for the distance to span oceans.