I've been along this street before, I know these faces
And I've watched the orange banners
Beating breathless in the sun
The white clouds hanging in the sky, the noise of the children
And the echoes of a time that passed
Before it had begun
I trace the footsteps of a boy who wanted nothing more than everything
And nothing less would do
I hear the buses rolling by
I feel the sunspots in my eyes
Hold a photograph of you
Well I've been up, down
Living in a foreign country with my love
Well I've been up, down
Living in a foreign country with my love
Living in a foreign country with my love
Silent Sunday afternoons, we're feeling restless
Trying to work out how to dodge the priest
And find a place to go
Freezing Monday mornings, walking under white sky
To the cafe where my mind is fixed
On no one else but you
I wonder where you are these days
If you;'re connected to that time
Where your life is heading to
I hear the birds out in the trees
My song is drifting on the breeze
My thoughts are headed home to you