Gone

"There's an old face,

that I've not seen in town."

Someone asks him,

if he's going to stick around

And he shrugs and gets a temp job

Starts saving for a rainy day

And before you know it

Well he starts feeling the same old way

 

On his cigarette break

He looks up at the sky

Those vapour trails

 Pilgrims sails flying by

"So you going to put down roots?"

He goes home and puts his old boots on

Heading to the airport, and he's gone!

 

He could be in a casino in Kathmandu

Or dancing on a boat on the blue Danube

Rolling on the rails into old Hai-Phong

Wherever the hell he is, he's gone.

 

Forget your two point four children

Forget your career path

You ask about a pension

And he starts to laugh

Sticks his finger in an atlas

And wherever it lands upon

He grabs his passport

And he's gone!

 

Well he says, sure I'm an economic migrant

I'm going where the rate is good

At least I know what I'm working for

I'm not sure if you all could

Answer that question

And he statrs humming that old Hank Williams song

And with a smile

He's gone

 

Well he could be in a casino in Kathmandu

Or dancing on a boat on the blue Danube

Riding those rails into old Hai-Phong

Wherever the hell he is, he's GONE!

 

Forget your two point four children

Forget your career path

You ask about a pension

And he starts to laugh

Sticks his finger in an atlas

And wherever it lands upon

He grabs his passport

And he's gone!