All The Way From Moscow

Organize my distance*

Though I won't be home for Christmas

Ooo-oo-ooo-oo

The Russian rain was falling on the golden arch

I felt your interest fading through the wire

And the gypsy kept on playing his nylon string guitar

All the way from Moscow to New York

And I watched the dirty river roll by

And I dedicate this feeling to the ones in my life

I watched the dirty river roll by

And they'll medicate the culture so you're high and dry

And you don't get your money back, kid

You don't get your money back kid

Ooo-oo-ooo-oo

The silver sky was falling and they played the hits

She was born in 1980 from a Cold War Kiss

She said I believe in something but I don't know why

My parents felt the same but they'd never admit it

And I watched the dirty river roll by

And I dedicate this feeling to the ones in my life

I watched the dirty river roll by

And they'll medicate the culture so you're high and dry

And you don't get your money back, kid

You don't get your money back, kid

Well I would have liked to have been there

But I waited so damn long

And I had a funny feeling you were gone

Ooo-oo-ooo-oo

She said the twin towers was an inside job

The boys went to the desert and we partied in a wartime fog

And the gypsy kept on playing his nylon string guitar

All the way from Moscow to New York

And I watched the dirty river roll by

And I dedicate this feeling to the ones in my life

I watched the dirty river roll by

And they'll medicate the culture so you're high and dry

And you don't get your money back, kid

You don't get your money back, kid

You know you'll never get your money back, kid

You know you'll never get your money back, kid

Ooo-oo-ooo-oo

Organize my distance

Though I won't be home for Christmas

Gonna organize my distance

Though I won't be home for Christmas

Gonna organize my distance

No I won't be home for Christmas