wayfaring sons

Colin Hay

Donââ?¬â?¢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
And like all good wayfaring sons
I travel home and the rain itââ?¬â?¢s 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 Iââ?¬â?¢d return
But in my memory I yearned
So hear we are once again
With my friends and the whiskyââ?¬â?¢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
And hope I wake and realize

Twa hames are better than yin
Some people theyââ?¬â?¢ve got nane
Itââ?¬â?¢s round the world Iââ?¬â?¢ve been
No two places are the same
I dream of lying in the sun
In my ears hear the ocean roarlng
And like all good wayfaring sons
I travel home with some more good stories
Iââ?¬â?¢ll build them up through time
Theyââ?¬â?¢ll all become a pack of lies
When Iââ?¬â?¢m beyond my prime