Held on to hope like a noose, like a rope,
God and medicine take no mercy on him,
Poisoned his blood, and burned out his throat,
Enough is enough, he's a long way from home.
Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool,
Who ran for the hills from the hand you were dealt,
I flew far away, as far as I could go,
Your time is running out,
And I'm a long way from home.
Laid up in bed, you were laid up in bed,
Holding the pain like you're holding your breath,
I prayed you could sleep, sleep like a stone,
You're right next to me
But you're a long way from home.
Hospital gowns never fit like they should,
We yelled at the nurse, didn't do any good,
‘More morphine,' the last words you moaned,
At last I was sure
That you weren't far away from home.