I can hear the bells of Dublin
In this lonely waiting room
And the paperboys are singing in the rain

Not too long before they take us
To the airport and the noise
To get on board a transatlantic plane

We've got nothing left to stay for
We have no more left to say
And there isn't any work for us to do
So farewell ye boys and girls
Another bloody Flight of Earls
Our best asset is our best export, too

It's not murder, fear or famine
That makes us leave this time
We're not going to
Join McAlpine's Fusileers

We've got brains, and we've got visions
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
But 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 Manhattan turns to face another Sunday

We just wonder what you're doing
For to bring us all back home
As we look forward to another Monday
But 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
'Cause 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 any more

Because 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