East West

East West 
Over the ocean 
Perpetual motion 
Traveling 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)