Walking The Long Miles Home - Richard Thompson

Oh the last bus has gone

Or maybe I’m wrong

It just doesn’t exist

And the words that flew

Between me and you

I must be crossed off your list

So I’m walking the long miles home

I don’t mind losing you

In fact I feel better each step of the way

In the dark I rehearse all the right things to say

I’ll be home, I’ll be sober by break of day

Walking the long miles home

Not a soul is around

As I put more ground

Between me and you

And the whole town’s asleep

Or maybe they’re deep in the old «voulez vous»

So I’m walking the long miles home

And I don’t mind losing you

Got the moon there for company each step of the way

And the rhythm in my shoes keep the blues all away

When you ride Shanks’s Pony you don’t have to pay

Walking the long miles home

Oh the party was grand

But I hadn’t quite planned on staying so long

And while you accused me

The hours confused me and my friends had all gone

So I’m walking the long miles home

And I don’t mind losing you

Ah there’s nobody out but the cop on the beat

He’s snoring so loud I don’t hear my feet

I just laugh to myself and move off down the street

Walking the long miles home

I’m walking the long miles home

Oh walking the long miles home