He's Always Gone Too Long

Everytime he goes away,
Ain't no sunshine,
instead the distance between us feels like one long cloud,
outstretched like an arm with no attachment and no grasp end,
where are we going with this,
are we just relying on the consistency of dreams?
I can't count sheep falling asleep,
instead I count the days,
and the dollars dripping from my bank account,
and the days seem endless,
I never liked counting.
So pointless, it never ends.
It never brings me closer to what I really want.
Only longing for more.
My goal has never looked this concrete, but at the same time like a brick wall.
It's as if seeing all the signs wasn't enough.
I had to come right up against it.
Feel it on the palm of my hand.
So cold and hard.
So real.
Everytime you go away.