Lyrics:

When I arrive eyes wide, fired up
Tried not to slide and let this side down
Now the planes on the ground
I'll find a good profession, it's 1957
I've come to the mother land to make a home, to put my bed in
This weather does my head in
Some people are less than kind
I wish mamma was here so I could unwind
But I'm supposed to be the good news
So, I lace up these hard black shoes
And look more work
The streets where never paved with gold
They simply make my feet hurt
They just make my feet hurt

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call
And in this land of hope and glory, you'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all

When I arrive eyes wide, petrified
Tried not to cry and let this side down
Now the planes on the ground
It's 20 years later, mamma's in the arrival lounge
I take a few seconds to kiss her
Then look around at what's happened to my home town
What's goin' on?
But papa doesn't look too strong
Rush home in a cab, windows up
Now, I hear dad cough
We gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off
For the night
I have to get to know the guard dogs, 'cause they bite
Progress just passed us by to the right