Rupert Holmes — The Long Way Home

I haven't seen you in a month of Sundays Ah, you look so good today You're that instant rush of breeze That shakes the pine cones from the trees And blows the smoke of stale acquaintances away This quiet town seems just the way we left it When we loved not long ago Though we know each street by heart Let's take the maze of lanes from start And ease ourselves along the paths we used to know The long way home, the long way home Let's walk the long way home Long after dark, we'll stroll the park Where hand in hand we'd roam Past the shore where love was soaked in foam I'll take you back the long way home And so I love you like I love this river As it flows from then to there Like the silent village pond Like the rapids far beyond You are the answer to a not forgotten prayer The long way home, the long way home Let's walk the long way home Long after dark, we'll stroll the park Where hand in hand we'd roam Past the shore where love was soaked in foam I'll take you back the long way home The long way home, the long way home Let's walk the long way home Long after dark, we'll stroll the park Where hand in hand we'd roam Past the shore where love was soaked in foam I'll take you back the long way home