Long Way Home Don Henley

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
But 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
(Sha-la-la-la-la-la-doo-don-day
Sha-la-la-la)

I know your heart is breaking
Maybe my heart's breaking, too