( Colin Hay )
Don’t go out in the night
Even though you know the town
Someone always wants to fight
You end up lying on the ground
I dream of life under the sun
In my ears hear the ocean roaring
Like all good wayfaring sons
I’ve travelled home and the rain it’s pouring
Soaks me to my skin
I duck into this public house
Get shattered by the din
I sailed across the sea
My family and me
Never knew if I’d return
But in my memory I yearned
Here we are once again
With my friends and the whisky’s flowing
As the cold night air descends
I drift away and my mind it wanders
Back to Southern skies
I call myself a fool and hope I wake and realize
Twa hames are better than yin
Some people they’ve got nane
It’s round the world I’ve been
No two places are the same
I dream of lying in the sun
In my ears hear the ocean roaring
Like all good wayfaring sons
I’ve travelled home with some more good stories
I’ll build them up through time
They’ll all become a pack of lies
When I’m beyond my prime
