Oh, its cold and lonely here
Here in this telephone booth
Theres three sides to every story, baby
There's yours and there's mine and the cold, hard truth I think theres something missing round here
I dont know where its gone
But its a long way back home The heat dont work
The toaster dont work
And the car dont work
And I guess I know why This house dont work
And this dream dont work no more
And lover, neither do you and I I fall asleep with the colors flying
Over sand and foam
But its a long way back home I know your heart is breaking
Maybe my heart's breaking, too And its a long way back home
Its a long way back home
Its a long way back home