Don Henley - Long way home

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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

Inne utwory

  • Talking to the moon
  • How bad do you want it
  • Shangri-la
  • Love rules
  • Not enough love in the world
  • The unclouded day
  • Workin it
  • Goodbye to a river
  • Nobody else in the world but you
  • For my wedding
  • Inside job
  • Last worthless evening
  • Through your hands
  • Them and us
  • The heart of the matter
  • Losowe utwory

    Daughter of the Bride

    Oh Yes
    The Bride - ooh its her special day
    But then, so it is
    The groom - he s such a fine gentleman.

    Ooh Oooh Ooh Oooh
    Please don t blame it on me!

    The Daughter of the Bride
    Stole...

    Stay gold, ponyboy

    This is the closest to this friend that I have ever been.
    I hope you find it on greener ground and bluer skies.
    I hope you don t think less of me if I m cold,
    I don t want to watch you go.
    I ll...

    Someday

    Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
    Someday we gonna dance with those lions
    Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin

    They tellin me it s all good just wait
    You know you re gonna...

    The unclouded day

    O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies
    O they tell me of a home far away
    O they tell me of a place where no storm clouds rise
    O they tell me of an uncloudy day
    O they tell me of a...

    Darkness

    I m scared of swimming in the sea
    dark shapes moving under me
    every fear i swallow makes me small
    inconsequential things occur
    alarms are triggered
    memories stir
    it?s not the way it has to be
    i?m afraid of what i do not...