Текст песни Sad, Sad, Sad, Sad (and Faraway from Home) - Peter Mulvey

Houdini's still stuck, in that doctor old book
The one place he can ever escape
And your voice on the phone
Your voice is one of those paintings where everything loses its shape
And the girl across the street, she is light on her feet
She is sunlight bouncing off chrome
And me I'm just sad sad sad sad and I'm far away from home

Once I was standing on a Dublin street corner
I heard a fiddler pierce the veil of illusion
And once I got plastered at my best friend's Barmistfa
Once I lived in total confusion
And once I was eleven, once I was just atoms
And once I was a hilltop in Rome
But now I'm just sad sad sad sad and I'm far away from home
Singing La dee dee dee dee dee dee de dee dee de dee dee

Do you know a kiss is just a flower that a bee could return from
And do his little dance at the hive
And maybe I should mention, that as I write this song down,
I'm happy as fuck with life
Because the seashore cries out from painter to painted
And the winds whips the water into foam
Because I'm so sad sad sad sad and I'm far away from home
Yes I'm sad sad sad sad and I'm far away from home
La dee dee dee dee dee dee de dee dee de dee dee