
The Kelly Song Collective
A Million Miles Away
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Jesus lives a million miles away.
She’s got a summer home on Georgian Bay.
Christ, she’d love to buy you all today.
But Jesus lives a million miles away.
I watched with mild amusement on my coloured television.
Children bought like knick-knacks at the low, low cost of one small black to go.
I walked away and diagnosed myopia with this world vision
‘cause from where I stand there’s something wrong with this remote control.
There’s a picture of you wedged amongst a thousand of their sole begotten daughter.
Your life’s become a hobby that fills them with their obese western pride.
And they toast themselves as their turn your whine into a well of safer drinking water.
Why don’t you write them? Tell them how your older brother died.
A buck a day is all they pay for a salty conscience soothing ocean buffer.
Hop a liner. Catch a train. Show up on their doorstep in the night.
Brother spare a dime, I asked. They just smiled and said, hey, times are tougher.
Check their home for charity as it begins to disappear from sight.
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© Audsongs 2014
