Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
Rupert Holmes
I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays
Ah, you look so good today
You're that instant rush of breeze
That shakes the pine cones from the trees
And blows the smoke of stale acquaintances away
This quiet town seems just the way we left it
When we loved not long ago
Though we know each street by heart
Let's take the maze of lanes from start
And ease ourselves along the paths we used to know
The long way home, the long way home
Let's walk the long way home
Long after dark, we'll stroll the park
Where hand in hand we'd roam
Past the shore where love was soaked in foam
I'll take you back the long way home
And so I love you like I love this river
As it flows from then to there
Like the silent village pond
Like the rapids far beyond
You are the answer to a not forgotten prayer
The long way home, the long way home
Let's walk the long way home
Long after dark, we'll stroll the park
Where hand in hand we'd roam
Past the shore where love was soaked in foam
I'll take you back the long way home
The long way home, the long way home
Let's walk the long way home
Long after dark, we'll stroll the park
Where hand in hand we'd roam
Past the shore where love was soaked in foam
I'll take you back the long way home
The Long Way Home was written by Rupert Holmes.
The Long Way Home was produced by Rupert Holmes.