this is a song, a song about travel and the feeling i might have when you’re home.
try as i might, i can’t ignore, but i try to ignore the feeling i might have when you’re home.

if you choose to live north of the arctic circle or south of the equator,
don’t tell me that you miss me.

you’re playing arctic researcher in your quonset hut in the north,
running scientific tests on ice core samples and so forth.

if you choose to live north of the arctic circle or south of the equator,
don’t tell me that you miss me.

i should not have to call you after six, and if i want to see you,
you know i shouldn’t have to deal with the logistics.
bell firstrate isn’t fucking london telecom, and i don’t want a long-distance mom.