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, every thing 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)