Oh, it's cold and lonely here-
  here in this telephone booth
  There's three sides to every story:
  Yours and mine and the cold, hard truth
  I think there's something missing 'round here
  I don't know where it's gone
  But it's a long way back home
  
  The heat don't work
  The toaster don't work
  The car don't work
  And I guess I know why
  This house don't work and this dream don't
  work no more
  And lover, neither do you and I
  I fall asleep with the colors flying
  Over sand and foam
  But it's a long way back home
  
  And it's a long way back home
  And it's a long way back home
  It's a long way back home