Far Far Away
Slade Nr.:
I've seen the yellow lights go down the MississippiI've seen the bridges of the world and they're for realI've had a red light of the wristWithout me even gettin' kissedIt still seems so unreal I've seen the morning in the mountains of AlaskaI've seen the sunset in the east and in the westI've sang the glory that was RomeAnd passed the hound-dog singer's homeIt still seems for the best And I'm far, far awayWith my head up in the cloudsAnd I'm far, far awayWith my feet down in the crowdsLettin' loose around the worldBut the call of home is loudStill is loud I've seen the Paris lights from high upon MontmartreAnd felt the silence hanging low in No-Man's-LandAnd all those spanish nights were fineIt wasn't only from the wineIt still seems all in hand And I'm far, far awayWith my head up in the cloudsAnd I'm far, far awayWith my feet down in the crowdsLettin' loose around the worldBut the call of home is loudStill is loud I've seen the yellow lights go down the MississippiThe grand Bahama island stories carry onAnd all those arigato smilesStay in your memory for a whileThere still seems more to come And I'm far, far awayWith my head up in the cloudsAnd I'm far, far awayWith my feet down in the crowdsLettin' loose around the worldBut the call of home is loudStill is loud And I'm far, far awayWith my head up in the cloudsAnd I'm far, far awayWith my feet down in the crowdsAnd I'm far, far awayBut the sound of home is loudStill is loud
