as far as the east is from the west   he’d throw my sins so he said   to all these things I should be dead   as far as the east is from the west      when am I coming home to see you   we keep on writing letters back and forth   and it feels like no avail      rain spread from east to west   american nothings parading their best   mud trudging life is baked to their feet    rain spread like a sheet       when am I coming home to see you    We keep on writing letters back and forth    and it feels like no avail