From the recording Miles Apart, Standin' Still
Miles Apart (Standin’ Still)
“Miles Apart (Standin’ Still)” is about the painful kind of distance that can open between people who are standing right beside each other.
This song lives at a kitchen table, with coffee, the morning news, familiar routines, and two people breathing the same air while hearing the same words in completely different ways. It is not written as an argument or a fight. It is written from the ache of trying to understand how the same facts, the same world, and the same truth can land so differently in two hearts.
At its heart, this song is about division without hatred. It is about loving someone, sharing history with them, standing on the same ground, and still feeling ten feet of silence between you.
“Miles Apart (Standin’ Still)” is a song about truth, perception, family, and the quiet grief of realizing that distance is not always measured in miles.
— Lane Alan Dumser
Lyrics
Eight a.m. at the kitchen table
Coffee ring where it always sits
Channel five runnin’ the same red banner again
He just laughs and shakes his head at it
Says they twist it, you can’t believe ’em
Reaches for that chipped white sugar jar
I just watch that ticker crawl the bottom again
Wonderin’ how we got this far
We’re breathin’ in the same air
Standin’ on the same ground
Hearin’ the same words out loud
But it don’t sound the same somehow
Same sky hangin’ over us
Same dirt under these boots
Ain’t no shortage of truth out there
Just a whole lotta ways to lose it
He says, “Son, you’re thinkin’ too much”
Like I used to back in school
Says it’s all been blown outta proportion
Same line he’s always used
I ain’t tryin’ to win a fight here
I ain’t drawin’ any lines
Just feels like there’s ten feet of silence between us now
Standin’ side by side
We’re breathin’ in the same air
Standin’ on the same ground
Watchin’ it all go down
But it don’t land the same somehow
Same sky hangin’ over us
Same dirt under these boots
There ain’t nothin’ wrong with truth itself
It’s what we do with it
Maybe truth ain’t loud or flashy
Ain’t always black and white
But I know what I see in front of me
And I can’t unsee it tonight
We’re breathin’ in the same air
Standin’ on the same ground
Hearin’ the same words out loud
But it don’t sound the same somehow
Same sky hangin’ over us
Same dirt under these boots
There ain’t nothin’ wrong with truth itself
It’s what we do with it