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Colin Hay
wayfaring sons
Donâ??t go out in the nightEven 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 itâ??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 Iâ??d return
But in my memory I yearned
So hear we are once again
With my friends and the whiskyâ??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 theyâ??ve got nane
Itâ??s round the world Iâ??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
Iâ??ll build them up through time
Theyâ??ll all become a pack of lies
When Iâ??m beyond my prime