I�ve had a little time to think it over
I�ve had a little time to think it through
But as these hands mine get older
They look for less to do
I�ve had my moments of laughter
Led me face hold a grin
Watching words ripen on the lips of others
And fall to earth again
It�s a terminal condition
If not treated from the start
Stretching yourself to make everything work out
And pull yourself apart
Can�t you see that I�m a long way
Can�t you see that I�m a long way gone
Can�t you see that I�m a long way gone
I wore out the carpet in the hallway
With an anxious pair of shoes
Longing to rest on what I have
And not what I have to lose
Can�t you see that I�m a long way
Can�t you see that I�m a long way gone
Can�t you see that I�m a long way gone
It�s a long way
It�s a long way gone