(twenty) Five Hundred Miles

If you miss the train i am on, you will know that i am gone,
you can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles...

lord i'm one, lord i'm two, lord i'm three, lord i'm four,
lord i'm five hundred miles away from home...

not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,
lord i can't go back home, this way...

2567 miles, actually.
But the soulful melody from school, that one song i love strumming on my guitar, seems to have followed me over the 2500 miles filling the entire space with countless notes of nostalgia and wistfulness.