And soon you will see,
those familiar trees,
just one more stop till you wake at home
Do you smell the air,
It feels so nice
Its a shithole but feels like paradise.

Its a long way coming back to a place called home -2
I can see why its meant to be when you are all alone
It is a long way coming back to a place called home.

And you plug in the amp
And you pick the guitar
And the rusty strings feel so slow
You feel for the tune
Of a long lost song
It haunts you and you know it has slipped away.

It is a long way...

Do you look for her eyes
For you in the crowd
Does she still rule a corner of your heart
Is she your first
Kiss with a girl
But she wont recognize your face no more

It is a long way....