There was a busy man and an outstretched hand
Saying hey man have a heart
But he will not be a part of just, you know
Giving a man a fish for a day
But the girl right behind him said
Hey man, never mind him
I don't have very much but what if you and me get some lunch
Well he hated them both as he walked away.
Because he had a long way home
He had a long way home
He had a long way home
Well he said, My mistress's eyes, they're nothing like the sun
But they're so perfect, they're so beautiful to me
But she shrank from his grip, bit her lower lip, as she cried
Why do you mock me? Why do you mock me
She had a long way home
He had a long way home
They had a long way home
They say that beauty runs all the way down
She's no princess of popularity
And if I could catch a glimpse of a mystic's playlist
It might teach me how to see
But we've got a long way home
We've got a long way home
Hey we've got a long way home