Slade - Far far away 1975

Slade - Far far away 1975 I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Missisippi I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real I’ve had a red light of 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 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 Lettin’ loose around the world But the call of home is loud Still is loud I’ve seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land And all 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 is loud I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Missisippy The grand Bahama island stories carry on And all 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 is 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 And I’m far, far away But the sound of home is loud Still is loud