| Lyrics: | At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers an'
believers an' old in-betweeners,
That seem to have no place to go.
Well, it's the same old
song, it's right an' it's wrong,
An' livin' is just somethin' that I do.
An' with no place
to hide, I looked in your eyes,
An' I found myself in you.
I looked to the stars,
tried all of the bars.
An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.
Now my hand's on the wheel, I've
something that's real,
An' I feel like I'm goin' home.
An' in the shade of an oak down
by the river,
Sit an old man an' a boy,
Settin' sail, spinnin' tales an' fishin' for
whales,
With a lady they both enjoy.
Well, it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the
moon.
It's the way that I feel about you.
An' with no place to hide, I looked in your
eyes,
An' I found myself in you.
An' I looked to the stars, tried all of the
bars.
An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.
Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's
real,
An' I feel like I'm goin' home.
Instrumental break. |
