YOU'RE A MILLION MILES FROM NOWHERE (WHEN YOU'RE ONE LITTLE MILE FROM HOME)
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Walter Donaldson,   1919)


Did you ever feel sad and blue, 
Longing for those who long for you? 
Wanderers never find rest, 
Away from the ones they love best.

At the end of each lonely lane, 
There's a mother who waits in vain; 
When every door closes too, 
Her arms will open to you.

You're a million miles from nowhere, 
When you're one little mile from home; 
It's the song of Mother's tears, 
That keeps ringing in your ears. 
You just leave the gates of Heaven, 
When you leave Mother's arms to roam; 
You're a million miles from nowhere, 
When you're one little mile from home.