Super Heroes

I wish that I was that Super Hero guy.
Ya know, the one from The Fantastic Four,
The one with the elastic arms?
If I was that guy, that Super Hero, stretchy guy,
We'd have no problems,
Because every night I'd stretch my arm all the way to you
And hold your hand in my sleep.
I know it would be a lttle weird at first,
Just having a piece of me there with you,
A really stretchy, floppy piece of me,
It probably won't even feel real,
But we'd probably get used to it,
Right?

I wish I was that Super Hero guy.
Ya know, the one in red and yellow and runs really fast?
If I was that Super Hero guy,
dressed in tights,
I'd run to you every night and lay in your bed,
And just leave in the morning when there were things I had to do.
And I know we'd get used to that really quick.

Distance is only a concept.
You can't pick it up and feel all of its rough edges,
Even though it constantly feels like it's breaking my heart,
Or rubbing me the wrong way.
It's only an idea,
But so is love.
But I still feel its warmth radiating my heart,
and caressing my cheeck.
But ask anyone which one they'd prefer.
And I know I'd always pick us.