Fame, on its best day, is kind of like a friendly wave from a stranger by the side of the road. And when it's not so good, it's like a long walk home, all alone, with nobody in when you get there.
The Jersey Shore is the kind of place where the policeman has a little cottage that might have been in the family for years and many other people call home.
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home.
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company. Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turn his heart to stone. Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home.
I have to write and play. If I became an electrician tomorrow, I'd still come home at night and write songs.
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home's a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.
Some guys they just give up living, others start dying little by little piece by piece, some guys come home from work and wash up, and go racing in the streets.
We're a long, long way from home. Home's a long, long way from us.