And as you see I'm travelling Staring at faces I've never seen But each of them talks about something, probably Ones run away from the past but Still don't know where they are Ones are looking for some Good adventure, replacing pain With some pleasure And that's me on my seat I'm coming back home sweeheart I'm coming back home back home I'm crossing mountains, I'm surfing seas On a sunny day I'm singing this But I'm quite sure that probably We're the best thing under my sheet