Too Far From Home

Song Too Far From Home
Artist Chris Rea
Album Chris Rea - Blue Guitars

Lyrics

You may find me
Wherever you go
From New York
City Way out to
Chicago I'm the son of a restless sailor
Blessed with
Irish bones
Sometimes
I feel like
I'm too far from home
I will sing
And I will dance for you
Every land you go
You will always see
There'll be big stout glasses
Full to the white top
There'll be stories
And there'll be me
Across the wild sea
I've travelled far
Born to move on
Born to roam
But lately
I've been feeling
Like I'm too far from home
Whatever happened
To the girl
I loved Oh
I ask forgiveness
To the one above
There was a day
I could have made it real fine
Something went wrong
I forget Too far down that line
Across the wild sea
Too far along down along that line
Across the wild sea
Born to roam
But lately
I've been feeling
Like I'm too far from home