Far Far Away - Slade

I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi

I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real;

I’ve had a red light of the wrist without me even gettin' kissed

It still seems so unreal

I’ve seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska

I’ve seen the sunset in the east and in the west;

I’ve sang the glory that was Rome

And passed the hound dog singer’s home;

It still seems for the best

And I’m far, far away

With my head up in the clouds

And I’m far, far away

With my feet down in the crowds

Lettin' loose around the world

But the call of home is loud still as loud

I’ve seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre

And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land;

And all those Spanish nights were fine

It wasn’t only from the wine;

It still seems all in hand

I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi

The grand Bahama island stories carry on;

And all those arigato smiles

Stay in your memory for a while;

There still seems more to come

And I’m far, far away

With my head up in the clouds

And I’m far, far away

With my feet down in the crowds

And I’m far, far away

But the sound of home is loud still as loud