Long, Long Way from Home" is a song written by Mick Jones, Lou Gramm & Ian McDonald that was initially released on Foreigner's debut album. It was the third single taken from the album. The lyrics refer to a person leaving a small town to try to succeed in New York City ("I left a small town for the apple in decay") and the loneliness he feels there. According to Gramm, the lyrics are autobiographical, reflecting his experience moving from Rochester to New York City.
I was inside looking outside The millions of faces But still I'm alone Waiting, hours of waiting Paying a penance I was longing for home. I'm looking out for the two of us I hope we'll be here when they're through with us. I was inside looking outside Oh the millions of faces But still I'm alone Waiting, hours of waiting I could feel the tension I was longing for home. I'm looking out for the two of us And I hope we'll be here when they're through with us I'm a long way home
Amy Shark, Monthly Listeners: 32, Where People Listen: Brisbane, Rochedale, Surry Hills, Sandgate, Melbourne. It’s this hope and optimism that informs McHugh’s debut long-player, a record which has been two years in the making, but a lifetime in creation.
Главная Переводы песен F Foreigner Long Long Way from Home. 6 7 8 9. Long Long Way from Home (оригинал Foreigner). Вдали от дома (перевод Fab Flute). Расплачиваясь раскаянием, I was longing for home. I'm looking out for the two of us.
A Long Way From Home by SUBNOIR, released 15 February 2018 1. Jovian (Intro) 2. The Last Duchess 3. Owlking 4. Serenity 5. Fading Sun 6. Skinwalker 7. Dissipation 8. Ganymede (Outro). A Long Way From Home is the bands debut album, an orb of grit and pensive arrangements. A Long Way From Home.
Title: A Long Way from Home (2013). A LONG WAY FROM HOME is a slow-moving film, interested more in mood and situation rather than plot-development.
Long Way from Home" as written by and Wesley Schultz Jeremy Fraites. Held on to hope like a noose, like a rope God and medicine take no mercy on him Poisoned his blood, and burned out his throat Enough is enough, he's a long way from home. Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool Who ran for the hills from the hand you were dealt I flew far away, as far as I could go Your time is running out And I'm a long way from home. Laid up in bed, you were laid up in bed Holding the pain like you're holding your breath I prayed you could sleep, sleep.