Wayfaring Sons

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 --- Wayfaring Sons - Colin Hay