Too Far from Home - Chris Rea

You may find me Wherever you go From New York City

Way out to Chicago

I’m the son of a restless sailor

Blessed with Irish bones

Sometimes I feel like

I’m too far from home

I will sing

And I will dance for you

Every land you go You will always see

There’ll be big stout glasses

Full to the white top

There’ll be stories

And there’ll be me Across the wild sea

I’ve travelled far

Born to move on Born to roam

But lately I’ve been feeling

Like I’m too far from home

Whatever happened

To the girl I loved

Oh I ask forgiveness

To the one above

There was a dayI could have made it real fine

Something went wrong I forget

Too far down that line

Across the wild sea

Too far along down along that line

Across the wild sea

Born to roam

But lately I’ve been feeling

Like I’m too far from home