Too Far from Home-Chris Rea

You may find me Wherever you go From New York City Way out to Chicago I'm the son of a restless sailor Blessed with Irish bones Sometimes I feel like I'm too far from home I will sing And I will dance for you Every land you go You will always see There'll be big stout glasses Full to the white top There'll be stories And there'll be me Across the wild sea I've travelled far Born to move on Born to roam But lately I've been feeling Like I'm too far from home Whatever happened To the girl I loved Oh I ask forgiveness To the one above There was a day I could have made it real fine Something went wrong I forget Too far down that line Across the wild sea Too far along down along that line Across the wild sea Born to roam But lately I've been feeling Like I'm too far from home