I took a car and a plane then a commuter train and I lit all my bridges to burn
Bought a one way fair to hope from despair and vowed that I wouldn't return
Thus far my tears had fallen on ears, as deaf as a swinging post
So I cut the red tape and I made my escape via terminus Messestadt-Ost
With a weight on my back, my plan of attack was to grin from ear to ear
It could be seen from a mile, through a painted on smile that the strain I was under severe
My trusty allies saw through the disguise and knew I was under the weather
Their prescription thereof was a spoonful of love, with each dose I felt better and better
I felt up to the challenge of speaking the language, but those hopes were promptly extinguished
When our host disappeared, returned with a sneer, and a menu translated to English
Now I'm with whom I belong, and my spirit grows strong, with the passing of every hour
Endless Hanuta our biscuit tin loot, auf der mauer auf der lauer
At 91 meters, the steps of old Peter, provide us a scenic farewell
Padlocks inscribed, with names on their side, each with a story to tell
A timely reminder that life can be kinder, when it seems beyond your scope
Love gives you the power to conquer your owas, and look to the future with hope