Long Way Home Songtext

von Popa Chubby

Flew into Paris town
Got off the plane
And I kissed the ground
Like the Pope I thanked a God
I wasn't sure could hear me
Made my way to a telephone
Called you up you were not at home
Quit the call and faced the wall
So I can think more clearly
Then the fog cleared from my mind
I had to mourn the love I left behind
I felt the pain, I felt the strain,
I felt the rain
[Chorus]
And it's a long way there
When you don't know
Where you're going
It's a long way home
When you don't know
Where you've been
It's all televised, telephoned,
Ill communicated
Talked about, fought about,
Sometimes just imaginated
Baby, it's a long way home.Baby, it's a long way home
Thought I'd call my old friend
I found out he had met the end
Thought I'd cry but I just sighed
And scratched his name
From my phone book
Thought real hard about getting down
With the white
And with the brown
But those works had all been broken
Before those vows were spoken