expat
pay your own weigh your baggage
the load is too heavy
giving up
on new adopted homes
at home all i wanted was Sky, pool, darts
gliding through europe
crossing the border that no longer exists
into the next country
and back home later
to the world
an endless voyage
with no destination
but the boomerang boy arcs quickly
home comforts have to come a long way
all i want is sky, pool, darts
sweating tetleys
still bitter after all those air miles
everyday's a cold shower
or a warm bath
all foreigners are strange
dont remember the beggars on their knees
sliding into quicksand
meeting someone i knew within 9 days
6 thousand miles away
by accident as he worked for the same company
shipwrecked
tsunami arrives
the day before you leave
washed back home
i think i was at the wheel
