[Verse]
I don't get it, wind splitted the hut
Quick witted how many fit in the truck
Traffic for miles, fidgeted stuck
Duck into the hovel, dim litted erupt
Typhoon hit it like a pivoted cup
Water on the beach, lives breached in the muck
Poverty stricken, easily crushed
Down a corridor a land, San Pablo it up
Four thousand gone, millions displaced
Any song in the mouth of a rapper is bad taste
It's too soon for condolences or even God's grace
Whole families into the sea without a trace
The embrace of a mother and the things that she faced
The psychology of man, like our memories erased
But the Filipino pride of a people in that place
Like the scarlet red and royal blue eventually raised
Over the Pacific like sun rays
Certainly a bad one, but not done days
From the bottom there is only one way to the top
Don't ever stop, just pray
[Hook]
How do we say so many miles away?
How do we say so many miles away?
More than just money and the things that we say
How do we stay so many miles away?