Is Nowhere Far Away Anymore?

I was looking through the dormer window

At my children's children in the neighbours' garden

And knowing then that they would soon discover

How slow and abject was their father's father

At other points in life, I'd thought of moving somewhere beautiful

Where everyday existence didn't taunt me through a terminal

But always I'd say, "It's too late""¦

So douse me, douse me, douse me, douse me

With the blood of Patagonians

I'm tired of this life, you see

Where everything I do is scrutinised

Scrutinised like public money

Or the hands of sex offenders

I'm going where there's only peace and quiet for a fella

Somewhere that hasn't fallen to the kids of IT Tallaght

A wilderness that's crying out for one man to adore

Is nowhere far away anymore?

With the sun of Anatolia

I've no connection to my family

But everything I do they scrutinise

Scrutinise like private photos

On the screens of jealous boyfriends

I'm stubbornly intractable, attracted to a mission

Until I'm ex-ed in exile, I'll be buried in revision

And gravely do I go amongst the dead who must explore

Is nowhere far away anymore?

Always I'd say, "It's too late"

Always I'd say, "It's too late"