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