Far Far Away - Slade

I´ve seen the yellow lights
Go down the Mississippi
I´ve seen the bridges of
The world and they are for real
I´ve had a red light off-the-wrist
Without me even getting 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
Letting 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 Man´s Land
And though 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
Letting loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still as loud

I´ve seen the yellow lights
Go down the Mississippi
The Grand Bahama Island
Stories carry on
And though those alligator 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
Letting loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still as 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
Letting loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still as loud