Matters of the Heart

I've been meaning to talk to you about matters of the heart It never seems so urgent until we're far apart Then I long to hear your voice, touch you with my hands And I start to worry that you don't understand CHORUS: If you really need me, I'll be there Speeding over ground or flying through the air And if you really need to, you can come to me Over the mountains or across the sea Just a matter of minutes 'til we can meet There are stories about journeys that separate two hearts The drama is unfolding when the lovers part Sending messages and letters, gathering small tokens When they're reunited, their hearts are unbroken CHORUS Baby, when I heard your voice on the telephone line Tore me up just to hear how much you're pinin'