Good-Bye Home
When tear-screened dear ones
Say good-bye and wave their hands
You leave behind your belongings
And board the heavy plane
To bargain a synthetic smile from
The air hostess.
Tinned food, beer cans
And a large - they invite you
To the emotional desert
Which makes you lonely, lonely, lonely.
Withered, fallen and sunk
You thirst for everything
And hardly taken care of.
You have returned to the land of
Concrete jungles, concrete minds
And earning machines.
When tear-screened dear ones
Say good-bye and wave their hands
You leave behind your belongings
And board the heavy plane
To bargain a synthetic smile from
The air hostess.
Tinned food, beer cans
And a large - they invite you
To the emotional desert
Which makes you lonely, lonely, lonely.
Withered, fallen and sunk
You thirst for everything
And hardly taken care of.
You have returned to the land of
Concrete jungles, concrete minds
And earning machines.
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