14. Spiritual

Iím tired of measuring by your standards
You put me in the ring and when I lose
You laugh at me, laugh at me, laugh at me

Iím tired of falling in with your arrangements
I hear you calling in my number
And laugh at me, laugh at me, laugh at me

But my home is many miles away
My home is far away
You wonít know it, itís miles away
My home is far away

I wonít get anywhere with high ideals
Got to sell my wares and when I do
You laugh at me, laugh at me, laugh at me

And if I should become the famous singer
Promise me youíll come, stand right there
And laugh at me, laugh at me, laugh at me

But my home is many miles away
My home is far away
You never will understand
My home is far away