Graham Gouldman)



East West

Over the ocean

Perpetual Motion

Traveling around



No rest, singing and playing

Night out and day in

Doing the rounds



What a great life this must seem!

Swelled joints

Everything classy

Nothing is tacky

Only the best!



Lush girls, older and dying

Sighing and crying

This is success!



What a good life this must seem!

But when I hear your voice

Singing out

The Bells Of Hope

Are ringing out

And I feel all alone

(And I think of my home)



Cold times

A wind through the houses

The bleakness arouses

A longing to leave



Time flew

I wanted to see you

Somehow I could not do

Because of success



What a strange life this can be!

But when I hear your voice

singing out

The Bells Of Home

Are ringing out

And I feel all alone

(And I think of my home