I worshiped at the altar until I could believe
In Mauritius and in Malta until they made us leave
And so we cross the border with promises of change
Dubai, the Cooks, Gibraltar
The answer stays the same
And if I tried to explain
Then you wouldn't understand
You know we'd do it again
If we ever get the chance
Calling out like a beacon, calling out like a buoy
At the gates of haven we row
Anjouan on to Aruba, sending us to Singapore
At the gates of haven we row
And now we float away from
Those islands we called home
Our Oceania havens to flood, to fail, to foam
And if I tried to explain
Then you wouldn't understand
You can bury us in blame
But you'll never get the chance
Calling out like a beacon, calling out like a buoy
At the gates of haven we row
Going back to San Marino, going back to Monaco
At the gates of haven we row
Looking after friends and family
I'm looking out for number one
We took the risk, we'll take the riches
We don't care what you think we've done
Where's your reward for being selfless?
What's your reward for being slow?
We're going back to San Marino
We're going back to Monaco
