East West
Over the ocean
Perpetual motion
Traveling around
No rest
Singing and playing
Night out and day in
Doing the rounds
What a great life this must seem!
Swelled joints
Everything classy
Nothing is tacky
Only the best
Lush girls
Older and [Bm]dying
Sighing and [Bm]crying
"This is success!"
What a great life this must seem!
But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The Bells Of Home
Are ɾinging out
And I feel all [Em]alone
(And I think of my [A]home)
Cold times
A wind through the houses
The bleakness arouses
A longing to [C7]leave
Time flew
I wanted to [C7]see you [A7
Somehow I could not do
Because of success
What a stɾange life this can be!
But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ɾinging out
And I feel all [Em]alone
(And I think of my [A]home)
