When You’ve Got No Where To Be…


Long Way Home

It’s 4 am just the lonely few remain
Waitress takes my whisky glass turns and walks away
No one in this smoke-filled room can ease my worried soul
I’ve got nowhere to be and it’s a long way home



We’ve all been there some time or another. I wrote this song a while back, a fleeting snapshot of a musician’s life, one whose travels take them down that long and winding road.

New track entitled Long Way Home:  http://www.deanhall.com/new-tracks/long-way-home/

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