Waking up, coming down,
My, how the time has flown
A face from from the past, that is fading so fast,
And a voice on the telephone
I got lost on my way one glorious day
I guess that's when the seeds were sown
There's a knock on the door, it's a quarter to four
I'm taking the long way home
I see all the streams of unrealised dreams
And the leaves that the wind has blown
Forgotten ambitions and jumbled up visions
Are lying where they were thrown
I've got the strangest collection of bizarre recollections
Of people I might have known
Spinning round in my mind somewhere so far behind
I'm taking the long way home
Thousands of miles and mischievous smiles
I should maybe have left alone
Incredible lifts and extravagant gifts
That I guess in the end were loans
Now all my old selves sit like books on the shelves
In a place that I used to own
Well I guess in the end it might start making sense
I'm taking the long way home.
(Now I'm talking out loud and getting lost in a crowd
Just to find that I'm on my own)