Matters of the Heart

I've been meaning to talk to you about matters of the heart
It never seems so urgent until we're far apart
Then I long to hear your voice, touch you with my hands
And I start to worry that you don't understand

CHORUS:

If you really need me, I'll be there
Speeding over ground or flying through the air
And if you really need to, you can come to me
Over the mountains or across the sea
Just a matter of minutes 'til we can meet

There are stories about journeys that separate two hearts
The drama is unfolding when the lovers part
Sending messages and letters, gathering small tokens
When they're reunited, their hearts are unbroken

CHORUS

Baby, when I heard your voice on the telephone line
Tore me up just to hear how much you're pinin'