Far 'cross the sea, where some mob waits for me I row against the waves while the tide marks the days And I'm reaching for ground It's nowhere I've found I paid you for this seat, not first class, more discreet Won't see land here again, so wave to me from your plane As you fly on ahead To the safety of it And by air or by sea You never know what's coming 'Cos The General's still free Somewhere out there he's running, outgunning Far 'cross the clouds, where the smuggling's above ground Private jets stream across the terrain where I was lost And I'm floating away While you hand back your tray And by air or by sea You don't need your papers 'Cos The General's still free Between Khartoum and Naples. Not coming home Not coming home And by air or by sea You don't need your papers And by air or by sea The General won't save us And by air or by sea You're sure to forget us And by air or by sea You will soon regret us