I once felt confined by domesticity Always something 'round the next corner I headed so far west that i came to the east And landed back on your doorstep The journey was a hard one I lost count of the fights And the friendships i had pursued I can't claim to have had you Continually in my sights I was always afraid of tunnel vision So pack your bags oh paradise seekers It´s the silence that you fear What makes you think You'll find anything else If you can't find it here I kicked off my boots by a watering hole And there i spied a fellow traveller I asked him "please sir, which way should i go?" He said "you've already been and gone there." At this point i climbed up On the back of my horse And i whispered into it's ear I dangled a carrot to set the course And before too long we wound up here So turn away all you attention seekers I can't take it any more You cannot tempt nor entice me 'cos i've seen it all before I once felt restricted by simplicity There was always something else to be found So i travelled the world but returned to thee And found paradise on your doorstep