Tunde - Long Way Home Lyrics

Standing on the shoulders of the morning

You can see the moon

That lonely sickle scrapes the sky

And it's rising on the widow's peak

Of the afternoon



And it's a long way home



Ashtrays are graveyards for the cigarettes you smoke

Second-hand spirits rise from the filter

Headed for heaven but they

Stop at the ceiling

And into the walls they soak



And it's a long way home



I caught you looking at yourself

Who could blame you?

I was looking at you to

Baby, all the things you are afraid of

Are not afraid of you



And it's a long way home