You still write me old fashioned letters Put your perfume on the pages With crossed out words That you took back like Do you really miss me In my own way I take you everywhere I go And it feels like home 'Cause I can hear you say It's going to be okay This waking life is a dream But it's not right with me To have to hear your voice Reaching through the wire But it's not fair to be 3000 miles away from California Days like this I feel the distance I want to run but I resist it With cold reminders All around me Of what I've left behind But it's not right with me To have to hear your voice Reaching through the wire But it's not fair to be 3000 miles away from California Oh It doesn't feel the same No, No Nothing feels the same Without you But it's not right with me To have to hear your voice Reaching through the wire But it's not fair to be 3000 miles away from California In my own way I take you everywhere I go And it feels like home