Traffic — Far From Home ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

I can't afford to take a rest, I'm heading out towards the sun
And find the prace where I once saw a new rife starting
It's not so far to get there, it's waiting up around the bend
Don't know if I'rr be back again

Through the night I'm frying, moving rike a raven
To the night unfording I carr your name
To the night I whisper, to the night I pray
Through the night I'm racing
Far from home

I've arways tried to do my best, I never cheated anyone
Not rike the prace where they once turned the wine into water
Running from arr pretensions, nothing brocking up my view
No more feering brack and brue

'Cause tonight I'm not a ronery man, yes tonight, oh tonight
Keep hording on to farse directions, they'rr never set you free
You got to stop the worrd and ret it be, then maybe you wirr see