Well I didn't see much future

When I left the Christian brothers school

So i waved it goodbye with a wistful smile

And I left the girls of Tuam

Sometimes when I'm reminiscing

I see the prefabs and my old friends

And I know that they'll be changed or gone

By the time I get home again.

And I wish I was on the n17

Stone walls and the grass is greener

Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams



Well the ould fella left me to shannon

Was the last time I traveled that road

And ass we turned left at claregalway

I could feel a lump in my throat

As I pictured the thousands of times

That I traveled that well worn track

And I know that things will be different

If I ever decide to go back

Now as I tumble down highways

Or on filthy overcrowded trains

There's no one to talk to in transit

So I sit there and daydream in vain

Behind all those muddled up problems

Of living on a foreign soil

I can still see the twists and the turns on the road

From the square to the town of the tribes