The Western Isles

On holiday
I can see the light from the Western Isles
Faded and white like your western smile
We could live here, you know
Nobody’s safe
Caught up in a life that’s based online
Struggle and strife from the nine to five
We’re just getting by, you know
Cigarettes and black grease tea
Could we feel at home?
Far, far away
I can hear the birds on the Western Isles
Singing in the night like an ancient choir
Oh, how I love you so
Don’t worry, baby
You’ll be all right with your western smile
Maybe there’s a life on the Western Isles
In a few years or so
Cigarettes and black grease tea
Maybe we’ve been daydreaming
And we’re almost home
We’re headed for the Western Isles