(Graham Gouldman) 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 dying Sighing and crying This is success! What a good life this must seem! But when I hear your voice Singing out The Bells Of Hope 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)
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