Coming home after a long, long walk Coming home after a dozen of a walks Coming home after a long, long war Coming home after a dozen of wars
We are out of wind We have pockmarked chin We have lots of water We turn the other cheek and we win
One thousand stories and there's always more We've been offered one more lap to go In my hand I hold a key It's dear to me 'cause I know where it leads
We are out of wind We have pockmarked chin We have all this water We turn the other cheek with a grin