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