Letra de Long Way Home

Standing on the shoulders of the morning You can see the moon That lonely sickle scrapes the sky And it's rising on the widow's peak Of the afternoon And it's a long way home Ashtrays are graveyards for the cigarettes you smoke Second-hand spirits rise from the filter Headed for heaven but they Stop at the ceiling And into the walls they soak And it's a long way home I caught you looking at yourself Who could blame you? I was looking at you to Baby, all the things you are afraid of Are not afraid of you And it's a long way home