I can hear the bells of Dublin
In this lonely waiting room
Not too long before they take us
To the airport and the noise
To get on board a transatlantic plane
We got nothing left to stay for
We have no more left to say
And there isn't any work for us to do
So farewell ye boys and girls
And to the bloody flight of earls
Our best asset is our best export too
It's not murder, affair, nor famine
That makes us to leave this time
We're not going to join Mc
But we just can't throw away
So we walk the streets of London
and the streets of Baltimore
Oh, we're the leaders of the future
But we're far away from home
And as we look on Evis Island
We just wonder what you're doing
For to bring us all back home
Because it's not the work that scares us
We don't mind an honest job
So a thousand times a June
We'll get Bono and you too
So switch off your new computers
Cause the writing is on the wall
Well, even as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin Airport,
or the boat that leaves Northwall,
There'll be no more youth
Because we're over here in Queensland,
and in parts of New South Wales,
We're on the seas and air
But if we see better days
Those big airplanes go both ways
Yes, we'll all be coming back to you again
