She has great eyes,
 eyes which show the light of the sun,
 and the reflection of the moon,
 saving room to sparkle like the brightest star.
Why must she live away so far,
 smiling away every day.
But why does it matter,
 for she still exists within my heart.
That's not enough though for any sole to bare.
She must physically be here,
 not so far away there.
But truth it may be, 
 she lives there and not here.
So I'll just sit back and wait,
 and enjoy my beer.