Wayfaring Sons Songtext
von 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 lying in the sun
In my ears hear the ocean roaring
Like all good wayfaring sons
I traveled home
And the rain is 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
I never knew if I'd return
But in my memory I learned
So here we are once again


With my friends and the whiskey′s flowing

And as the cold night air descends
I drift away
And my mind it wanders
Back to southern skies

I call myself a fool
I hope i wake a realize

Twa hames are better than yin
Some people they get nane
Yes, 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 traveled home with some more good stories
I build them up through time
They'll all become a pack of lies
When I′m beyond my prime