Slade - Far far away 1975

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Slade - Far far away 1975

I've seen the yellow lights go down the Missisippi
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 is 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

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 is loud


I've seen the yellow lights go down the Missisippy
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
Lettin' loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still is loud

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 is loud