The morning's warm, the air it tickles A breakfast roll of ham and pickles On the side walk hair is braided The sun is broody and my body's jaded A plastic bottle of water warm I'm ten thousand miles away from harm Burn your feet on hot cement The kisses longer and more frequent Have a beer for thirst not drunk And pack your bags into the trunk Draw a scribble on your lovers arm You're ten thousand miles away from harm Talk with strangers over coke and rum Well, should we go by train or thumb? The village dogs, they walk in dozens Making friends with their new cousins We make our way down to the waves And hear the whisteling from the caves I could be back home on the farm But i'm ten thousand miles away from harm