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Chris Rea

Too Far From Home

 

Too Far From Home

(album: Blue Guitars - 2005)


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 day I 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

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