written by Slade



I've seen the yellow lights go down in Mississippi

I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real

I've had a red light of the wrist

Without me even gettin' kissed

It still seems so unreal



I've seen the mornings in the mountains of Alaska

I've seen the sun set in the east and in the west

I've sang the glory that was Rome

And passed the hound dog singer's home

It still seems for the best



And I'm far far away

With my head up in the clouds

And I'm far far away

With my feet down in the crowds

Lettin' loose around the world

But the call of home is loud, still as loud



I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre

And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land

And all those Spanish nights were fine

It wasn't only from the wine

It still seems all in hand



And I'm far far away

With my head up in the clouds

And I'm far far away

With my feet down in the crowds

Lettin' loose around the world

But the call of home is loud, still as loud



I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi

The grand Bahama island stories carry on

And all those arigato smiles

Stay in your memory for a while

There still seems more to come



With my head up in the clouds

And I'm far far away

With my feet down in the crowds

Lettin' loose around the world



And I'm far far away

With my head up in the clouds

And I'm far far away

With my feet down in the crowds

Lettin' loose around the world

But the call of home is loud, still as loud