I’ve seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre (yep, Noddy, and it’s still one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen)
And felt the silence hanging low in No Man’s Land (No, not yet)
And though those Spanish nights were fine It wasn’t only from the wine (actually, it wasn’t from the wine at all)
It still seems all in hand (and too much so I’m afraid)

I’ve seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska (only for the grizzlies, Nod)
I’ve seen the sunset in the East and in the West(depends. perhaps, though the east is no more.)
I’ve sang the glory that was Rome (yes, everywhere I’ve stumbled across it. These provincial latitudes they neve reached. I guess we still pay the price) And passed the ‘Hound Dog’ singer’s home (luckily, no.)

And I’m far, far a-way (more true than you’d imagine, Noddy)
With my head up in the clouds (you got that right)
And I’m far, far a-way
With my feet down in the crowds (not too sure about this)
Letting loose around the world (my skills are lacking in this regard)
But the call of home is loud (I guess it is. Better yet if you knew where it was coming from, or actually where to. Uncerainty ipso facto.)

And that’s it I guess, broken English being the barrier, or rather the carrier in this case. Maybe it could be broken down once and for all.

Epilogue:
“I don’t want to change the world, I’m not looking for a new England, are you looking for another girl?”
Thank you Kristy, wherever you may be