i can hear the bells of dublin in this lonely waiting room and the paperboys are singin in the rain not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise to get on board a transatlantic plane we ve got nothin left to stay for we have no more left to say and there isn t any work for us to do so farewell you boys and girls another bloody flight of earls our best asset is our best export too it s not murder fear or famine that makes us leave this time we re not going to join mcalpine s fusileers we ve got brains and we ve got vision we ve got education too but we just can t throw away these precious years so we walk the streets of london and the streets of baltimore and we meet at night in several boston bars we re the leaders of the future but we re far away from home and we dream of you beneath the irish stars as we look on ellis island and the lady in the bay and manhattan turns to face another sunday we just wonder what you re doing for to bring us all back home as we look forward to another monday because it s not the work that scares us we don t mind an honest job and we know things will get better once again so a thousand times adieu we ve got bono and u2 and all we re missin is the guinness and the rain so switch off your new computers cause the writing s on the wall we re leaving as our fathers did before take a look at dublin airport or the boat that leaves north wall there ll be no youth unemployment anymore because we re over here in queensland and in parts of new south wales we re on the seas and airways and the trains and if we see better days those big airplanes go both ways and we ll all be coming home to you again