East West
GRAHAM GOULDMAN
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)
