Sitting by a lonely Kansas road A car goes rushing by At the rate of one an hour Want a lift into the nearest town And judging by the sky
We´re heading for a shower
I´m a half a million miles from home
Hey there, man, don´t step upon the gas There´s room enough inside And I´m very tired of walking I don´t wanna do you any harm I just wanna get a ride And I´m very good at talking
I´m a half a million miles from home
Now the telegraph begins to hum There´s a message on the wire An electric conversation "Well, ain´t that life", I´m saying to myself "There´s an awful lot of words
But there´s no communication."
I´m a half a million miles from home I´m a half a million miles from home I´m a half a million miles from home...