Written by Slade I've seen the yellow lights go down in Mississippi I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real I've had a red light of the wrist Without me even gettin' kissed It still seems so unreal I've seen the mornings in the mountains of Alaska I've seen the sun set in the east and in the west I've sang the glory that was Rome And passed the hound dog singer's home It still seems for the best And I'm far far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world But the call of home is loud, still as loud I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land And all those Spanish nights were fine It wasn't only from the wine It still seems all in hand And I'm far far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world But the call of home is loud, still as loud I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi The grand Bahama island stories carry on And all those arigato smiles Stay in your memory for a while There still seems more to come With my head up in the clouds And I'm far far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world And I'm far far away With my head up in the clouds And I'm far far away With my feet down in the crowds Lettin' loose around the world But the call of home is loud, still as loud