Lejos, muy lejos... de Slade

Una canción de 1974 que me alucina, "Far far away" de Slade, grupo inglés bastante glam y pintoresco. Atención al pedazo de viaje que se marcan por el mundo, para acabar echando de menos su casa...

I've seen the yellow lights
go down the Mississippi
I've seen the bridges of the world
and they are for real
I've had a red light off-the-wrist
without me even getting kissed
It still seems so unreal
I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska
I've seen the sunset 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 a-way
With my head up in the clouds
And I'm far, far a-way
With my feet down in the crowds
Letting 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 Man's Land
And though those Spanish nights were fine
It wasn't only from the wine
It still seems all in hand
And I'm far, far a-way
With my head up in the clouds
And I'm far, far a-way
With my feet down in the crowds
Letting 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 though those aligator smiles
Stay in your memory for a while
There still seems more to come
And I'm far, far a-way
With my head up in the clouds
And I'm far, far a-way
With my feet down in the crowds
Letting loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still as loud.