Oh, it's cold and lonely here in this telephone booth
There's three sides to every story, baby
There's yours and there's mine and the cold hard truth

I think there's somethin' missin' 'round here
I don't know where it's gone
And it's a long way back home

The heat don't work, the toaster don't work
The car don't work, I guess I know why
This house don't work and this dream don't work no more

Lover, neither do you and I
I fall asleep with colors flyin' over sand and foam
But it's a long way back home

I know your heart is breaking
Maybe my heart's breaking too

And it's a long way back home
And it's a long way back home
It's a long way back home

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, doo, don, day
Sha-la-la-la