I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting roomAnd the paper boys are singing in the rainNot too long before they take us to the airport and the noiseTo get on board a transatlantic planeWe've got nothing left to stay for, we have no more left to sayAnd there isn't any work for us to doSo farewell ye boys and girls, another bloody flight of earlsOur best asset is our best export tooIt's not murder, fear or famine that makes us leave this timeWe're not going to join McAlpine's FusiliersWe've got brains and we've got vision, we've got education tooBut we just can't throw away these precious yearsSo we walk the streets of London and the streets of BaltimoreAnd we meet at night in several Boston barsWe're the leaders of the future but we're far away from homeAnd we dream of you beneath the Irish starsAs we look on Ellis Island and the Lady in the BayAnd Manhattan turns to face another SundayWe just wonder what you're doing for to bring us all back homeAs we look forward to another MondayBut it's not the work that scares us, we don't mind an honest jobAnd we know things will get better once againSo a thousand times adieu, we've got Bono and you tooAll we're missing is the Guinness and the rainSo switch off your new computers, post the writings on the wallWe're leaving as our fathers did beforeTake a look at Dublin Airport or the boat that leaves NorthwallThere'll be no youth unemployment anymoreBecause we're over here in Queensland and in parts of New South WalesWe're on the seas, the airways and the trainsBut if we see better days, those bigger planes go both waysAnd we'll all be coming back to you againYes, we'll all be coming back to you again*