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 cause 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