Just because I stand before you guilty as hell,
Doesn’t mean you have the right to hate me as well,
All the thoughts that twisted me lie deep in your heart,
Only time and circumstance will keep us apart

It’s a Long Way Home

When you said you understood you gave it away,
Everyone will feel the way that I do today,
When they write a history my name will stand tall,
Everyone will say that I was right after all.

It’s a Long Way Home

In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the street,
Hear the feet of policemen, running on the beat.
In the town in the city in the heart of the night,
In the minds of the people who are judging wrong and right
In the jail and the courtroom, behind the prison doors
There’s a pounding on the windows, stomping on the floors
And a ringing in the building, of a hundred thousand phones,
Whichever way you turn, it’s a long way home.

It’s a Long Way Home

When the time is ripe and I come back to the world,
Everyone will know that I was right after all!

It’s a Long Way Home

© 1982 MCPS / PRS