I'd like a one-way ticket home,
ticket home
Where I can watch television, talk
on the telephone
But every town I wander there's a
billboard on a throne
Ticket home
Ticket home
I want a ticket home
Does anybody know my name, or
recognize my face
I must have come from somewhere, but
I can't recall the place
they dropped me at the matinee, they
left without a trace
Ticket home
I want a ticket home
Elvis Presley is the king, I was at
his crowning
My life just flashed before my eyes,
I must be drowning
Seems like only yesterday I climbed
aboard the plane
Raping distance in the skies, while
diving in champagne
I would be in exile now, but
everywhere's the same
Ticket home
I want a ticket home
Elvis Presley is the king, I was at
his crowning
My life just flashed before my eyes,
I must be drowning
Seems like only yesterday I climbed
aboard the plane
Raping distance in the sky, while
diving in champagne
I would be in exile now, but
everywhere's the same
Ticket home
I want a ticket home
The way Phil sang it in Chicago at the Quiet Knight was not about Elvis, he sang a special version for me. "The golden idol is the king and I was at his crowning" This was what he sang on a tape I got of that 2nd show after I asked him to say something about his trip to Dallas.
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