John Schumann - Coming Home lyrics

South-east Asian telephone lines aren't what they might be I can barely hear your voice... I hope you can hear me... It's been a lifetime here in Jakarta but its only been a week There are Generals in their limousines and children on the street 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... 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... I'm coming home... It's and hard rain here in Jakarta and it k**s the afternoon So it's tea on the verandah, telling lies and swapping tunes Is history a measure 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 can't quite touch Perhaps it's the heat and I'm thinking too much Here I am coming home 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... I'm coming home... And the dark guns and gla**es of the military The drains are open and the rats run free... My pa**port tells me I'm coming home... 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... I'm coming home... Coming home It's been a lifetime here Coming home