is here better than there?

the longing gets to me everytime i hear this song. how does it feel to live a hundred days with just one name on your lips? how does it feel to go through a hundred nights that converge into the singularity of one memory? the sad struggle of a face, as frank o'hara says in sleeping on the wing. can a smile really bridge the distance between time and space? where is it? how high are the stakes? are the cost immeasurable and the losses irretrievable? whose hands are guiding us? there was a time when i could have sang this endlessly to someone i might have known. endlessly. but moving on means you get tired of songs eventually.