Coming Home lyrics
On Etched In Blue (1987) and on the b-side of the single Holy Mary (1987)
Coming Home (John Schumann)
South-east Asian telephone lines aren’t what they might be,
I can barely hear your voice… I hope you can hear me…
I’ve been a lifetime here in Jakarta but it’s only been a week,
There are generals in their limousines and children on the streets.
There are ships in the harbour and the planes roll in,
Ice in the beer and American gin,
I’ve picked up my ticket and I’m coming home….
It’s a hard rain hrere in Jakarta and it kills the afternoon,
So it’s tea on the verandah, telling lies and swapping tunes.
It history a matter of wasted time, is it only a matter of chance?
Watch the shadows not the puppets,
Watch the dancers not the dance….
There’s something here that I just can’t touch,
Perhaps it’s the heat and I’m thinking too much,
Here I am coming home.
And the dark guns and glasses of the military,
The drains are open and the rats run free….
My passport tells me I’m coming home….