Track 3 of the album Orchard Road · 2015
Two Cups on the Long Distance Line
“Two time zones apart and a kettle going cold. I wrote it during a long tour week and called home every night.”
americana · long-distance folk · hushed ballad · 4:16
Lyrics
Eleven at night and the kettle is low You're two time zones over, the phone's burning slow I pour us two cups, one for you, one for me And I set yours down by the window to see You tell me about the thin walls and the rain I tell you the cat's sleeping out on the lane We don't say much and we don't have to say Just the hum of the line and the end of the day Stay on the line, love, I'm not hanging up Two cups of tea and a half-empty cup Miles are just numbers, the night's soft and wide I can hear you breathing, I'm right by your side Stay on the line, love, we're only apart In the places that don't count, the ones of the heart You fall asleep halfway through a sentence you start And I listen to nothing, the best kind of art The porch light is burning, I leave it for you For the day when you're home and the long road is through Stay on the line, love, I'm not hanging up Two cups of tea and a half-empty cup Miles are just numbers, the night's soft and wide I can hear you breathing, I'm right by your side Stay on the line, love, we're only apart In the places that don't count, the ones of the heart Quiet is a language when it's shared And I'm fluent in the way you're there Stay on the line, love, I'm not hanging up Two cups of tea and a half-empty cup Miles are just numbers, the night's soft and wide I can hear you breathing, I'm right by your side Stay on the line, love, we're only apart In the places that don't count, the ones of the heart Goodnight, love, goodnight, I'll leave the light on Two cups by the window till the dawn