Wayfaring Sons - 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 and 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