oh, it´s cold and lonely here- here in this telephone booth there´s three sides to every story: yours and mine and the cold, hard truth i think there´s something missing ´round here i don´t know where it´s gone but it´s a long way back home
the heat don´t work the toaster don´t work the car don´t work and i guess i know why this house don´t work and this dream don´t work no more and lover, neither do you and i i fall asleep with the colors flying over sand and foam but it´s a long way back home
and it´s a long way back home and it´s a long way back home it´s a long way back home