The Western Isles - Josh Rouse

On holiday

I can see the light from the Western Isles

Faded and white like your western smile

We could live here, you know

Nobody’s safe

Caught up in a life that’s based online

Struggle and strife from the nine to five

We’re just getting by, you know

Cigarettes and black grease tea

Could we feel at home?

Far, far away

I can hear the birds on the Western Isles

Singing in the night like an ancient choir

Oh, how I love you so

Don’t worry, baby

You’ll be all right with your western smile

Maybe there’s a life on the Western Isles

In a few years or so

Cigarettes and black grease tea

Maybe we’ve been daydreaming

And we’re almost home

We’re headed for the Western Isles