Oh, it's cold and lonely here-

Here in this telephone booth

There's three sides to every story:

Yours and mine and the cold, hard truth

I think there's something missing 'round here

I don't know where it's gone

But it's a long way back home



The heat don't work

The toaster don't work

The car don't work

And i guess i know why

This house don't work and this dream don't

Work no more

And lover, neither do you and i

I fall asleep with the colors flying

Over sand and foam

But it's a long way back home



And it's a long way back home

And it's a long way back home

It's a long way back home