There's 2, 200 miles and 22 days Between you and me— It don't sound like much But it's a hell of a weight And it just might burry me. So, don't tell me it's easy Because in all of history They've never seen hard times like these. Like the 1930s in the Dust Bowl, When they fell on hard times, Was it easy? No. Not one bit. Like the Pioneers walking in the winter snow, With their backs to their homes, Was it easy? No. Not one bit. But love is patient. So, the days just pass by Slower than wine and brittle as bone— And if it don't sound like much Then you must not know love Or the hole that it leaves behind when it goes. So, don't tell me it's easy Because in all of history They've never seen hard times like these. Like the 1930s in the Dust Bowl, When they fell on hard times, Was it easy? No. Not one bit. Like the Pioneers walking in the winter snow, With their backs to their homes, Was it easy? No. Not one bit. But love is patient. Love is patient. Love is patient—it must be. Love is patient. Love is patiently waiting for me.