What We Say - Matthews Southern Comfort

Somewhere across the sea I heard of people building ships and boats

Building hard

Building very hard

In lands I’ve never seen there are people leaving homes

Growing tired

Growing very tired

A dream of lovers, holding hands, and being so far apart

And they cry

And they’re crying

Centuries of running puts us right back at the start

And we try

And we’re trying

Our father, he was a plainsman, he made a living from the land

Every day

Every single day

Somewhere across the sea I heard of men who couldn’t understand

What we say

What we’re saying