Far Far Away - Graham Blvd

I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi

I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real

I’ve had a red light off-the-wrist

Without me even gettin' kissed

It still seems so unreal

I’ve seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska

I’ve seen the sun set 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

Lettin' 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

Lettin' 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 arigato 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

Lettin' 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

Lettin' loose around the world

But the call of home is loud

Still as loud