Oh, it?s cold and lonely here
Here in this telephone booth
There?s three sides to every story, baby
There's yours and there's 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
And 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
I know your heart is breaking
Maybe my heart's breaking, too
And it?s a long way back home
It?s a long way back home
It?s a long way back home