I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room
And the paper boys are singing in the rain
Not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise
To get on board a trans-Atlantic plane
We've got nothing left to stay for and no more left to say
And there isn't any work for us to do
So farewell you boys and girls
Another bloody flight of Earls
Our best asset is nore our best export too
It's not murder, fear, nor famine that makes us leave this time
We're not going to join MacAlpines Fusiliers
We've got brains and we've got vision, we've got education too
But we just can't throw away these precious years
So we walk the streets of London and the streets of Baltimore
And we meet at night in several Boston bars
We're the leaders of the future though we're far away from home
And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars
As we look on Ellis Island and the Lady in the bay
And Manhatten turns to face another Sunday
We just think of what you're doing to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday
For it's not the work that scares us, we don't mind an honest job
And we know things will get better once again
So a thousand times adieu, we've got Bono and U2
All we're missing is the Guinness and the rain
So switch off your new computers for the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin airport or the boat that leaves North Wall
There'll be no youth unemployment anymore
For we're over here in Queensland and in parts of New South Wales
We're on the seas, the airways, and the trains
But if we see better days, those big airplanes go both ways
And we'll all be coming back to you again
Yes we'll all be coming back to you again