You came over here with wild tales from the East.
About the floods that are rushing 'round your door.
About your old lady who up and walked away from your feast,
And you can't get her back no more.
So you flew your bike over Highway 1.
You were lucky to land on your feet,
And you started crying 'cause you bent the key,
But it was your lady that landed underneath.
And it is alright.
Take it as it comes.
You will find a way,
To get there.
So tell me your company's being reviewed,
By the people that sit on the stand,
And you tell me your factory's been renewed,
With computers instead of hands.
So you filmed Old Faithful in super-8,
And you monitored all of her calls.
'Cause you caught the milkman with double-cream.
He was delivering down your halls.
But it is all alright,
Take it as it comes.
You will find a way,
To get there.
