No 100 Miles

The geese have flown from the fields

And I met nobody in the mountain

There's a moonlight on the meadow

And warm sulfuric fountains

And the cavalry is running

On broken legs

There's a wind out on the hill

With an old harmonica swaying

Down to the afterhour days

Where the motion pictures keep playing

Can that old feeling

Come back another way

There ain't no 100 miles away.

Can't you see me when I'm moving

Do you remember why you give

These lovers are left to wondering

Why they cannot have what makes them live

I've only seen broken treasures

Inside a cage

Our fingertips are callouseds

The moths are flitting on the screen

Our eyes are still focused on a palace

Somewhere deep inside our dream

Although my hands are tied

I was not born a slave

There ain't no 100 miles away