New Amsterdams (The)
Lost Long Shot
You've got a world wide face
And I've been away for a year
I'll hide it in someplace safe
Where even the spies don't hear
I've been a lost long shot
A prodigal son by trade
Somehow the words won't stop
Even when deals are made
Time and space
We can be distant
Running a different race
And nobody really wins
And only the fools rush in
And only the frightened wait
I'd rather be foolish than
Be scared of my own mistakes
From Letras Mania