First day I saw you I could clearly see
Most time you will be spending overseas
And I was quite right, because you always hide
Out of sight
Last time they saw you on East China Shore
Next day I hear you’ve gone to Singapore
When you wake up one day out in Ho Chi Minh
Will you think of me?
Ref.: Boys and girls that travel always have their way
And I have to miss you when you go away
And I’d like to tell you, please, don’t go so far
Cos my luck will always travel where you are
Got your birthday postcard from some place out there
Tells me not when you’ll be back in here
And I’m not around you though I wish I were,
So unfair
Over here it’s nothing but the shades of grey
Rain keeps falling down on empty lanes
But the joy of life will never cease to be
When you’re back with me