to an island across the earth
And I worked at adopting their style
and their customs for all
And I rose to my present position,
and I gained some celebrity
Now I bask in their praise
But lately I'm wondering what did I gain
Come home and visit your dad, boy,
Calls my mom from across the sea.
He's not young anymore and he's sad,
Though he won't admit it to me.
So I fly myself back to their island
To the weed and the tractor weeds
And I show them my sunny boy smile
And I know they contend it conceals
in that house on the hill
there's gone without trace
And even the families built in their place
Exploring the Earth's empty ends
surrounded by family and friends?
They tell you no man is an island,
but to me that's not how it seems
I think every man is an island
how well we keep playing our roles.
With the face of a stranger,
who peers in bright windows
and even the woman I most truly love.
She tells me I wear an emotional glove
with the smiling face of a
And we can sit down and have tea