“The Distance”

“The Distance”

Written by:
Ben Jarrell
Hal ODell
Zach Henard

From LA to Nashville,
Or a wish to a star.
Mornin’ to midnight,
That church to this bar.
Ain’t nothing compared to the distance,
Between livin’ and livin’ alone.
Between how good it felt,
When you loved me.
And how bad it feels,
To come home.

From Laughter to Silence,
Water to wine.
That ring to the leavin’,
Damned to divine.
Ain’t nothing compared to the distance,
Between livin’ and livin’ alone.
Between how good it felt when you loved me,
And how bad it feels to come home.

Now I run from the daylight,
And hide from the dark.
There ain’t no escaping,
This half-empty heart.

From a mountain of treasure,
To a mound of fool’s gold.
The warmth of the fire,
To a house that grown cold.
Ain’t nothing compared to the distance,
Between livin’ and livin’ alone.
Between how good it felt when you loved me,
And how bad it feels to come home.

Still nothing compares to the distance,
Between livin’ and chiseled in stone.
Between how good it felt when you loved me,
And how bad it feels with you gone.