Lyrics Colin Hay – 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 and realize

Twa hames are better than yin
Two heads are better than one
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

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