Verse 1: The morning's warm, the air it tickles, A breakfast roll of ham and pickles, On the side-walk hair is braided, The sun is broody and my body's jaded, A plastic bottle of water warm, I'm ten thousand miles away from harm.
Verse 2: Burn your feet on hot cement, The kiss is long and more frequent, Have a beer for thirst not drunk, And pack your bags into the trunk, Draw a scribble on your lovers arm, You're ten thousand miles away from harm.
Bridge: C D Talk with strangers over coke and rum, C D Fmaj7 D Fmaj7 Well, should we go by train or go by thumb?
Verse 3: The village dogs, they walk in dozens, Making friends with their new cousins, We make our way down to the waves, And hear the whistling from the caves, I could be back home on the farm,