Love in the Time of Socialism

Maybe I'd be better off in Berlin Or as an artist's muse in London Drifting from hand to hand Maybe I was born to be a sailor Drop my anchors in Antigua As a travelling fisherman But I am home wherever you are near There's no life in anything when you're not here What could take my love away? Maybe I was destined for philosophy Leading leftist ideologies at the Paris-Sorbonne Dreaming up the splendid demise Of the societies we despise, at Cafe de Flore But these things lose all their meaning and allure If you're not there to witness the grandeur What could take my love away? Maybe we'll be missionaries in the Congo Revolutionaries in Cuba Perhaps we'll build a home In the shadows of the forest Along the East Coast or the West Coast I forget where we decided As long as I'm with you when we do it I could trade the views in for any pallet Nothing can take my love away No, nothing can take my love away