Sooner or Later

There’s an Australian artist I enjoyed listening to while I was on my way back, and as the time to come home came closer, this song stood out for me. The lyrics are something special.

I believe I was born with the wanderlust
Straight from the curiosity to see the whole world
Ever since I’ve been old enough to get around
I’ve been on the move, never one to settle down
I got it bad, it’s a bad disease
Traveller, just in case I need to pick up and leave
Some might say I’m good at running away
It was the way I was raised
It’s how I know I’m free

And the songlines travel on for years
From a long line of radical ideas
Travellers and traders, musicians and sailors
Who moved through the ages to get me here
And there’s something out there that I’m trying to find
I left it behind when the moment arrived
I want to remember, engraved in my memory
The memory of all of it, it’s called life

Sooner or later, you’re bound to go home
Sooner or later, you’re bound to go home

Now you’re drunk with the geezers
Singing on the metro
Looking for a coffee in the grey-lit dawn
Hanging on a barstool, palms on a napkin
Drinking in Paris, it’s a beautiful morning
Head full of cheap beer, ex-pat belligerence
Navigating traffic in a Shanghai taxi
Two day train trip, eyes on the landscape
Vast Mongolian hills roll past you

You learn a lot of swear words
Ate a lot of weird food
Made a lot of friends you consider close crew
Slept in hostels, dealt with some hostiles
And climbed the Himalayas to appreciate the view
Now somewhere out there, you were still travelling
Standing on a corner singing songs at the moon
Clear head and crazy, night like a diamond
Happy in your skin, trying to take it all in

Sooner or later, you’re bound to go home
Sooner or later, you’re bound to go home

Cradled in the heartbeat
Blood pump patchwork
Soaked up bittersweet, mixed up epiphanies
Still away from everything you came from
Headphones on, now you see the world differently
Far from degenerate, waiting at an airport
Empty back pocket but there’s stamps in your passport

And you were so raw, soul so well worn
Would you even recognise who you were before?
Transformed by all these strange events
Tears in your eyes and you feel so blessed
When the plane touch down
Your feet touch ground
You finally get home, you gotta savour that feeling

Sooner or later, you’re bound to go home