With A Smile

This is a tired old world i want

News from elsewhere

Good news

Bad news

On picture-postcards

This is a blind spot

This is an empty lot

I need a radio

I need a hilltop

I want my news from elsewhere



It is a mighty long way from

Here to elsewhere

Uphill

Downhill

Wish i had a

Fourwheel-drive

Wish i was a contender

But you are never standing

By the roadside

You are never waving at me

I would be rather happy here

If i could tell you where i will be

Passing by

With a smile



T` is a funny idea that i should

Be from somewhere

Isn`t it obvious

That i have never

Never ever been there

I`m on the look-out

I don`t belong here

It would be wonderfull

If i was wrong

I would be rather happy here

If i could tell you where i will be

Passing by

With a smile



(spoken words:)

In the wooden shed he found a piece of cardboard on which the previous

Occupant had written: