(Falling into the Arms of a) Refugee

Five hundred miles from you. Stars in the windshield, blurred in the headlights, coming through. And i see you in the rear view, and i see cars passing by… Five hundred miles from her. torn from my mother, hiding ‘neath the covers, next to you. but i cant, no I can’t, leave her. And i can’t, no I can’t, leave you. falling into the arms of a refugee and it’s killing me… what I’ve done to you, what it’s done to me. And i see you in the rear view. And i see cars passing by. Falling into the arms of a refugee And it’s killing me… what I’ve done to you, what it’s done to me.