coming home after a long long walk coming home after a dozen of walks coming home after a long long war coming home after a dozen of wars we are out of wind we have pockmarked chin we have lots of water we turn the other cheek and we win one thousand stories and there s always more we ve been offered one more lap to go in my hand i hold a key it s dear to me because i know where it leads we are out of wind we have pockmarked chin we have all this water we turn the other cheek with a grin