Expatriot

(albüm: More Love Songs - 1986)

You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes
Might seem sentimental or sound like sour grapes
Sell my clothes and furniture or give 'em to the Goodwill store
I'm going overseas I'm not coming back anymore

Maybe it's a little romantic for a middle-age man like me
I'm gonna be an expatriate just you wait and see
Living in a Garret in Paris a House-Boat in Amsterdam
Smoking a beard, growing a pipe, doing the best I can

Like Gauguin I'm a gonna go to Tahiti, wait and see
Find a little brown skin girl to fall in love with me

For years and years you're gonna wonder just where I've gone
Maybe when I'm eighty years old I'll come back home
There'll be parades and ceremonies
Retrospectives too
And that brown skin girl will be so sad
I came back to you

You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes