"Faraway" as written by and Andrew James Stockdale....

Well here I am again
In a foreign town where I know no one
On another continent
Well it's four o'clock and I'm with someone
That I haven't met before
But I don't feel like I should leave
Well I might not find the door
Anyway the miracle's stirring me

So play on let 'em play for me
Just drag that bow across the string
So play on let 'em all night long
Oh I love to hear our gypsies songs
Away, away, oh I'm far away from home
Away, away, and the wonder lingers on

Postcards, stamps, and songs
And bottles spilled on letters long
The wind through my own hair
At Normandy where I wish you were
Markets strange and surreal
Where black eyes flash from corners dark
The Young ones poor and infirm
They lift their hands to your own heart
Well I've seen this before
Old ones come to pass

With empty eyes bed where there's grass
Skites with steel knuckles and knives
Waiting for a thrity franc paradise
Away, away, oh I'm far away from home
Away, away, and the wonder lingers on

Vodka warm and sharp
Just like what I might drink with you
In a glass on an empty bar
Quite similar to where I would sit with you
And the bar maid smiles at me
And she asks to go and I agree
Into a Spanish night
Into something that I've never seen

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"Faraway" as written by Eicca Toppinen

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