No Such Thing As Far Away

I'm sitting in my truck

On a quiet city street in Portland, 

Looking at your text:

A picture of your skateboard,

Pabst Blue ribbon at your feet

I'm thinking of how I'd like to see you

On that skateboard 

Making your favorite sound,

Urethane on concrete.

But there are 663 miles 

Between your board and my truck. 

In that moment, I'm frozen 
In a flood of memories, 
Trying to figure out where home is.
From behind me I hear the sound

Of urethane on concrete: 
It melts my reverie.

A man is practicing a trick 

With his skateboard 
In the middle of the road. 

The urethrane on concrete 
Sings a gritty song:

There's no such thing as far away

On a quiet city street in Portland.