You've been round the city
And all around the planet
You set foot on islands
Where you were illiterate
You've seen styles pass by
And you've brushed against snippets
But a good trip's a prison
When there's someone who loves you at home
And there's humans everywhere
Big ones, tiny ones
Crowds, faces and lives
That bustle day and night
And of those humans everywhere
Who passed before your eyes
Who told you about themselves and their lives
It's her you chose
In the middle of the waves
At the mercy of timetables and seasons
You're alone at the edge of the map
And alone at the end of the line and of your life
All those pretty trips are prison
When there's someone who loves you at home
And there's humans everywhere
Big ones, tiny ones
Crowds, faces and lives
That bustle day and night
And of those humans everywhere
Who passed before your eyes
Who told you about themselves and their lives
It's her you chose
There's humans all around
Big ones, tiny ones
Crowds, faces and lives
That bustle day and night
And of those humans everywhere
Who passed before your eyes
Who told you about themselves and their lives
It's her you chose