MILLION MILES FROM HOME

It was back on the lower east side

Around nineteen eighty two

I had my Jack and my cocaine

And a little brown horse rode you

We were hiding from our futire

We were running from our past

Some things seem to stick like glue

And some don’t seem to last

 

CHORUS

But it’s a long road

When you don’t know where you’re going

And it feels like

A million miles from home

 

Sometime later down the line

I was stalled in Baton Rouge

Went to sleep about four a.m.

When I got a call from you

Kicked the bottles off the table

I knocked the ashtray all the way across the floor

Just to hear you telling me again

You couldn’t take it any more

 

CHORUS

 

BRIDGE
Some nights I lie awake with those days on my mind

Sometimes I tell myself I gotta leave those  days behind

 

INSTRUMENTAL VERSE 

 

Been around this great big world

More than a time or two

Nowhere that I’ve gone to yet

Where I didn’t think of you

Those years were all too empty

Yet something still holds on

For what it was we never had

And what it is that’s gone

 

CHORUS
And it’s a long road

When you don’t know where you’re going

And it feels like, feels like

Feels like a miillion miles form home

And it feels like a million miles from home

 

c-2004 Robert Richmond, Two Good Reasons Music BMI