Long Way from Home
Your daddy always told you not to be so shy
So you clenched your jaw and you set your mind
You arrived fresh-faced in the city of the doomed
Where you rose to the top like a helium balloon
You left your friends at odds and ends, whatever it took
To chase your fortune, like an orphan in a bedtime book
Your songs hit the charts, riding on a geyser
You became a cocktail Communist party sympathizer
With eight straight miles of ocean view
And Jesus when he's convenient for you
You rest your feet upon a golden throne
And you smile so sweet, a long way from home
With your hair grown out, your mustache groomed
Your old man doesn't even recognize you
You spent two years living out of fancy hotels
Till you drowned your life savings down a wishing well
Your latest wife left last night, I saw it on the news
You paid your astrologer top dollar for her point of view
Now you're stoned each night for your peace of mind
You've got a sweet little servant just to tell you you're fine
A wiseass son barking back at you
They keep saying you've still got it, but I don't think you do
When you sit to write your hit in a room alone
Even you must admit you're a long way from home
So you clenched your jaw and you set your mind
You arrived fresh-faced in the city of the doomed
Where you rose to the top like a helium balloon
You left your friends at odds and ends, whatever it took
To chase your fortune, like an orphan in a bedtime book
Your songs hit the charts, riding on a geyser
You became a cocktail Communist party sympathizer
With eight straight miles of ocean view
And Jesus when he's convenient for you
You rest your feet upon a golden throne
And you smile so sweet, a long way from home
With your hair grown out, your mustache groomed
Your old man doesn't even recognize you
You spent two years living out of fancy hotels
Till you drowned your life savings down a wishing well
Your latest wife left last night, I saw it on the news
You paid your astrologer top dollar for her point of view
Now you're stoned each night for your peace of mind
You've got a sweet little servant just to tell you you're fine
A wiseass son barking back at you
They keep saying you've still got it, but I don't think you do
When you sit to write your hit in a room alone
Even you must admit you're a long way from home
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Writer(s): Patrick Ferris, Zachary Sokolow
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