Some people will undertake A trip to the East Trying hard to forget What did upset them so? Who would know? Some people will meditate Sit alone in their rooms Going over their lives As if some truth were there They need to share No more trouble No more pain The boat is going steady Their minds are free and ready now To call it love Who would have been satisfied To get all them lies? And I'm glad I get out and quit this sordid game No more trouble No more pain The boat is going steady Their minds are free and ready now To call it love There's a man I see A man wholooks a lot like me He says: "Take me home, take me home Take me home with you" No more trouble No more pain The boat is going steady Their minds are free and ready now To call it love Call it love, call it love