Far Away from Home - Edit

Red light, green light...
Here we go,
My mind can't see the light
My body's moving too slow,
The stairs I climb down
Are wet from rain,
I stumble cause intoxicated blood runs through my veins,
Late night prostitute on a piano stool,
Two businessmen from Japan playing snooker or pool,
I hear myself a talking to a guy named Jerome,
A salesman from the west coast who's far away from home,
Here we go...
Far away from home,
I've been raised crawling way off from the past,
Never been forgotten but tried to be pushed aside at last,
I've been round this monkey wagon,
I've been dragged by this monkey train,
Over and over and over again,
I made myself a promise,
Said, "Never," you know, it all,
Now I find myself again walking Spanish down the hall,
Strange faces passing by me,
God, I feel so all alone,
Somewhere in the city so far away from home.
Here we go...
Far away from home.



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Hoppe, Bernd Batke
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