I think we’ve done okay
We’ve packed it all up and now we’re away
To somewhere new without all the force and gravity of these places;
It makes me sway and swing and dance and smile to be with you all the way to the otherside of the known world, the new world to us
So we’ll sing Hey and Yay and point and smile
When we greet good friends and all the while
Say goodbye and remember the good people of the City where good is hard to find and we’ve found treasure in the people that we know and we’ll never forget
These times have seen us all around the Isles and everywhere has been a challenge and song in even number
And still we don’t know where we’ll find a home and some final sweet slumber
For more than a few days but a decent span of time
Where we can cook and drink and dance and dig and spend little on cheap wine
For the luxury will be that it will be
Just you and me and one or three
Other good people to stick to and learn about
And become a family of friends and drunkeness and nicotine sprees
So off we go aboard that plane with it’s fancy TV’s
And I’ll get restless and wind you up and hopefully you will, too, to me
And we’ll land and bounce around the terminal when Peter we will see
And soon we’ll find rest in the sweet sweet smell of a good strong Bundy…
HEY!
We've done okay
A rhymey-poem written in-between Europe and Australia…