Besedila: Jesse Harris. Long Way From Home.

In a mirror stop and stare
But it?s a stranger?s face in there
Rake my hair back with a plastic comb
Where?d I go?
I?m feeling like I?m a long way from home
You were sweet to care for me
And gently stroke my hair for me
Put me on a mattress made of foam
And whisper low
But I?m feeling like I?m a long way from home
I don?t know where I?m going
I don?t know what I?m doing
Sleep again won?t come to me
I walk outside, the galaxies
And stars surround the whole world like a dome
I?m still alone
And I?m feeling like I?m a long, long way from home