Testo Lost Long Shot

You got a worldwide face and I've been away for a year,

Out hiding in some place safe,

Where even the spies don't hear.

I've been a lost long shot,
A prodigal son by trade.

Some of the words won't stop even when deals are made.

A time and space we can be distant friends,

Running a different race but nobody really wins.

Only the fools rush in but only the frightened wait.

I'd rather be foolish then scared of my own mistakes.