This is us on a western Atlantic coast   With no place to be, just taking in the sea   Tonight with a constant buzz, we're staring at the ocean crashing on   All the rocks below cold in this foreign home      This old story   When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone   You lay in the grass along the edge      ?Is this a dream?", you ask and I don't say anything   'Cause this may be a dream   And we come to this place like two convicts that have escaped   From the prison of everyday and for the moment we'll have our stay      This old story   When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone   You lay in the grass along the edge      From this cliff's edge the gulls fly below us   Diving into the sea below us, below us   And I'm not cold tonight beside you, beside you   And we're not cold tonight      This old story   When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone   This old story   Expatriate, you're coming home      This old story   When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone   This old story   Expatriate, you're coming home      You're coming home   You're coming home   You're coming home   You're coming home   You're coming