It's another hotel room I don't want to be in

This one has white walls and calico curtains

The last one had yellow walls and flesh-colored phones

And when I tried to call you, you were still not home

And as usual, I start wondering, where could you be?

Perhaps you're just a figment of my thirsty memory

And sometimes I feel like I'm so far from anywhere

So far from anywhere

Like someplace I can't recall

When I get home, will I know that I'm really there?

How will I know I'm there?

So far from anywhere at all

There's a man in the next room, he's been there for days

He's blasting the TV, I think he might be crazy

Keeps yelling, "You're so full of it, you bloody bunch a' fools!"

And I think he must be talking to the people on the news

And I've written you a letter, but I'm wondering what for,

'Cause I really don't remember what you look like anymore

And sometimes I feel like I'm so far from anywhere

So far from anywhere

Everyone looks awful small

When I get home, will I know that I'm really there?

How will I know I'm there?

So far from anywhere at all

I'm sitting by the window, looking down at the clouds

Thinking 'bout Siberia, and then I say out loud to the

Texan sitting next to me, "It must have been so cold

Out there fixing oil wells where no one dares to go."

And he smiles that kind of smile that seems connected to his soul

And I have to look away, don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know

Sometimes I feel like I'm so far from anywhere

So far from anywhere

Light years from our fireball

When I get home, will I know that I'm really there?

How will I know I'm home?

So far from anywhere at all