Different time zone, same moon over the seaI call when it's morning there and night for meMom asks if I'm eating, I say more than I shouldThe distance is the rent I pay for doing goodShe keeps the same room ready like I'm coming home tonightAnd I keep saying soon into the phone, into the lightFar from homeBut home is never farIt's the number that I dial, it's the keeper of my heartFar from homeI left to lift them, that's the only reason whyA piece of me stayed standing on the runway in goodbyeOne suitcase and a promise at the airport gateShe waved until the glass, she would not let me waitI carry the whole village in a carry-onI'll come back rich in everything, or come back noneEvery dollar that I send is a word I cannot sayA little bit of being there from very far awayFar from homeBut home is never farIt's the number that I dial, it's the keeper of my heartFar from homeThen a call at 3 a.m., come home, it's time, they saidI made the gate in fourteen hours, found the same room, same bedAnd the suitcase that I left with, she had kept it by the doorSo I'd know that all those years she never doubted I'd come for moreFar from homeBut home is never farIt's the number that I dial, it's the keeper of my heartFar from home
