Can a place make you breathe deeper than you did just before, in another place somewhere else? As if the wind makes you weightless. As if the rain flows right through you… Your lungs feel spacious. Or is it just you suddenly feel at home?
And I’m Far, Far A-Way
And I’m far, far a-way
With my head up in the clouds
And I’m far, far a-way
With my feet down in the crowds
Letting loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still as loud
