I rolled down the national stroll
And with a big fat paycheck
And a shore leave wristwatch
In a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels
I rolled down the gutter to the Blood Bank
And I'd left all my papers
And I was in a bad need of a shave
And I slopped at the corner
And shot billards with a midget until
And I bought a long- sleeved shirt
And some gum and a lighter and a knife
And a new deck of cards with
I'm so far away from home
Well, I can't make it by myself
Trying to make it all last
Squeezing all the life out of
And I had a cold one at the Dragon
With some Filipino floor show
And I talked baseball with a lieutenant
And I wondered how the same moon outside
Could look down on Illinois
And you know I love you baby
And I'm so far away from home
I'm so far away from home
I can't make it by myself