Lyrics

It was cold, late December, the call I still remember,
I could almost feel the tears run down her face.
He had raised his hands against her; she was frightened and defenseless.
No one she could turn to in her pain.

Only me, eight hundred miles and four years away,
With a history that time could never wear,
I gripped the phone so tightly with a hand like cold steel,
The passing seconds more than I could bear

With her breath soft and broken, in a whisper barely spoken,
She told me how her man had pulled a gun.
We were far beyond pretending, I told her there's no mending,
No way that such a thing can be undone.

There I was, eight hundred miles, a whole world away,
Felt her safety slipping through the air.
Like a cold and bitter frozen wave the fear washed over me,
Losing her was more than I could bear.

Fragile moments ticking by, but she couldn?t say goodbye
I can?t remember half of what she said.
Though I begged her just to leave, she said, ?He didn?t really mean to hurt me...?
But the line went dead.

Leaving me, eight hundred miles, a heartbeat away,
Leaving message after message like a fool.
My heart lay torn wide open in the black winter night,
The emptiness of nothing I could do...

Mmm...

Now it's cold, late December, like the one that I remember,
I see her face like it was yesterday.
An empty space burns in my heart, a bullet gone and left its mark.
No one can take away my pain.

I'm still here, eight hundred miles, a lifetime away,
With a loneliness more empty than my prayers
Sometimes I sit and cry these words she'll never hear:
Losing you was more than I could bear,
More than I can bear.