I couldn't find my phone
I was on a couch in Boston
You were sleeping all alone
Your house is cold and empty
I live from town to town
I forget the way time passes
All the times that I'm not around
If I could reach you
If I had eight-state arms
All the facts and figures
And all the charts and graphs
Still haven't taught me baby
How to fold the map
So I could reach you
If I had eight-state arms
North and South and East and West
I'm always afraid to leave the nest
Up and down and left and right
Worry about you alone at night
Planes and trains and automobiles
But I'm still not home when life gets real
But every night I face your way
Sing my songs to say
I want to reach you
Wish I had eight-state arms
All the facts and figures
And all the charts and graphs
Still haven't taught me
How to fold the map
So I could reach you
If I had eight-state arms
I want to reach you
Wish I had eight-state arms
EIGHT-STATE ARMS
Lyrics & Music by James Hearne
© 2014 Songs de Guerre Music (ASCAP)