My soles catch dogwood petals.
I don't know who lives here,
Where people are walking to a birthday.
I am just passing by.
This boy who sits in sadness
Beside me in the traffic,
He is turning, farther and farther.
I go straight, into town.

La la la la la.
La la la la la.
A thousand miles near,
A thousand miles far,
A thousand miles away.

Oh I want to be like Sister Margaret Edmond,
Whose life connects with so many in this city.
I am inside my door.
Some fellow misunderstood me.
I thought I'd spoken clearly.
Living rooms are such a long way
For words to travel alone.

La la la la la.
La la la la la.
A thousand miles near,
A thousand miles far,
A thousand miles away.
La la la la la.
La la la la la.
A thousand miles near,
A thousand miles far,
A thousand miles away.