Oh It's cold and lonely here in this telephone booth

There's three sides to every story, baby

There's yours and there's mine and the cold, hard truth

I think there's somethin' missin' 'round here I don't know where it's gone

And it's a long way back home

The heat don't work, the toaster don't work, the car don't work

I guess I know why

This house don't work and this dream don't work no more

Lover neither do you and I

I fall asleep with colors flyin'

Over sand and foam

But it's a long way back home



BRIDGE:

I know your heart is breaking

Maybe my heart's breaking, too





.......and it's a long way back home





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