|
An ode to
travelling the
world... and
coming home
Lyrics
& Music
© Dave Warner
|
|
 |
|
|
MILLION
MILES FROM HOME
|
|
I
drained another pastis
Searched in vain for an accomplice
Pen poised above the postcard
I didn't think writing back would be this hard
But
how can you tell the truth
They only wanna hear what they want to hear
They wanna hear about success
From Amsterdam to Munich, from Brussels onto Zurich
They'll be sitting round the TV watching the action replay
But
oh, you lucky pricks, I wish I was there
'Cause I'm all alone, and that's not much fun
When you're a million miles from home
|
 |
|
I've
seen the Eiffel Tower, and I would've traded that for a proper
shower
I've lived for months on bread and cheese, and I'm sick of that
and museums and art galleries
Just
give me my best friends, abeer, a barbecue and a steak that bends
But I'll go back and I'll tell you all about the fine wines and
the great times
And the laughter and the girls
|
|
You'll
be crowded round my letter
Envious of this trendsetter
But oh, you lucky pricks, I wish I was there
'Cause I'm all alone, and that's not much fun
When you're a million miles from home
|
 |
I
drained another pastis, searched the rain for an accomplice
Turned insane by the River Rhine, blinded by the sun on the River
Seine |
|
But
how can you tell the truth
They only wanna hear what they want to hear
They wanna hear about success
From Amsterdam to Munich,
from Brussels onto Zurich
They'll
be sitting round the TV
Watching the action replay
But oh, you lucky pricks I wish I was there
'Cause I'm all alone and that's not much fun
When you're a million miles from home
|
 |
|