Lyrics
Don't go out in the night
Caution against going out at night due to potential dangers.
Even though you know the town
Despite familiarity with the town, there's always a risk of conflict.
Someone always wants to fight
Highlighting the likelihood of encountering aggression or confrontation.
You end up lying on the ground
Consequence of conflict - ending up on the ground.
I dream of lying in the sun
Desire to relax and enjoy the sun in a dream.
In my ears hear the ocean roaring
Imagery of the ocean's roar in the ears, evoking a sense of peace.
Like all good wayfaring sons
Identifying as a wayfaring son with a penchant for travel.
I traveled home
Returning home after travels.
And the rain is pouring
Rain as a metaphor for challenges soaking the speaker.
Soaks me to my skin
Getting wet, facing difficulties.
I duck into this public house
Seeking refuge in a public house but disturbed by noise.
Get shattered by the din
Feeling overwhelmed by the clamor.
I sailed across the sea
Reflecting on a journey across the sea.
My family and me
Traveling with family, uncertain of return.
I never knew if I'd return
Uncertainty about returning home.
But in my memory I learned
Memories formed during the journey.
So here we are once again
Returning home with friends and enjoying whiskey.
With my friends and the whiskey's flowing
Capturing the convivial atmosphere with friends.
And as the cold night air descends
Sensing the descending cold night air.
I drift away
Drifting away in thought.
And my mind it wanders
Mind wandering, possibly reminiscing about past experiences.
Back to southern skies
Recalling moments under southern skies.
I call myself a fool
Self-awareness and acknowledgment of being a fool.
I hope I wake a realize
Hoping for self-realization.
twa hames are better than yin
Expressing the value of having two homes.
Some people they get nane
Not everyone is fortunate to have a home.
Yes, round the world I've been
Global travels, experiencing diverse places.
No two places are the same
Emphasizing the uniqueness of each place visited.
I dream of lying in the sun
Reiteration of the dream of relaxation under the sun.
In my ears hear the ocean roaring
Recalling the soothing sound of the ocean.
Like all good wayfaring sons
Reaffirming the speaker as a wayfaring son with travels.
I traveled home with some more good stories
Returning home with new stories.
I build them up through time
Stories evolving over time, potentially becoming embellished.
They'll all become a pack of lies
Acknowledging the distortion of stories in old age.
When I'm beyond my prime
Acknowledging the transient nature of truth in storytelling.
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