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