East west
Over the ocean
Perpetual motion
Travelling around

No rest
Singing and playing
Night out and day in
Doing the rounds


What a great life this must seem !


Swelled joints
Everything classy
Nothing is tacky
Only the best


Lush girls
Older and dying
Sighing and crying
"this is success !"


What a great life this must seem !


But when i hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ringing out
And i feel all alone
(and i think of my home)


Cold times
A wind through the houses
The bleakness arouses
A longing to leave


Time flew
I wanted to see you
Somehow i could not do
Because of success


What a strange life this can be !


But when i hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ringing out
And i feel all alone
(and i think of my home)