In the early 80's when I washed up on the shore,
I could breathe a little more than I would realise.
You can call me crazy, you can call me what you will.

You could take the bitter pill if it helps you sleep at night.

It's a long, long way my crooked friend.

Such a long, long way back home.
So close, yet we've come so far
So close, still we've got so far.


I can safely say we feel as safe as we like,
Lest we forget those who died, I never will.

Such a perfect island, tucked away in the sea.
The real land of the free - do you hear me?


It's a long way home my crooked friend.
But I do appreciate the time we spend.
It's a long, long way back home

Such a long, long way back home
So close, yet we've come so far.
So close, still we've got so far


A long way home...