Here's a song I wrote about separation by time zone as part of my 30-day songwriting challenge. 

[verse]

I know it’s getting late where you are,

But I want your day to hold its weight

And cradle you to sleep,

Tell me all about it,

We’re further than we’ve been from each other,

When 11 thousand miles becomes 22

Thousand, that’s practically an ocean,

America. 

[chorus]

I’m two hours behind,

It’s like standing in a line

Of your priorities, did I make the cut?

You’re two hours ahead,

And I hope you’ve gone to bed,

And yet I don’t, just say goodnight,

I think you won’t. 

[verse]

It’s been a week of conversation drought,

And I now know what they mean by continental 

Drifting, it’s not the cell phone signal, 

It’s us,

There’s an odd sense of disconnecting,

Like a joke I finally get after everybody’s laughed,

It wasn’t funny 

Being the last one in the punch line,

[chorus]

I’m two hours behind,

It’s like standing in a line

Of your priorities, did I make the cut?

You’re two hours ahead,

And I hope you’ve gone to bed,

And yet I don’t, just say goodnight,

I know you won’t. 

Won’t, 

[bridge]

There’s nothing I would rather do 

Than stay up late and talk to you, 

You won’t, 

[chorus]

I’m two hours behind,

It’s like standing in a line

Of your priorities, did I make the cut?

You’re two hours ahead,

And I hope you’ve gone to bed,

And yet I don’t,

Just say goodnight,

Just say goodnight, 

Just say goodnight…

(attached the crappy phone recording of this, since I haven't had the time to properly record)