Morrissey — East West

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, every thing classy Nothing is tacky, only the best Lush girls, older and dying Sighing and crying, 'This is success' What a great life this must seem But when I hear your voice singing out The bells of home are ringing out And I feel all alone (And I think of my home) Cold times a wind through the houses The bleakness arouses a longing to leave Time flew, I wanted to see you Somehow I could not do because of success What a strange life this can be But when I hear your voice singing out The bells of home are ringing out And I feel all alone (And I think of my home)