It was a cold old year in Sydney town,
They spent their nights at home
In a renovated cottage that felt more like a tomb.
And they seemed to want for nothing,
Though perhaps it was a lie
And the only thing they wanted for was a thing that you can'y buy.
'Til one day he said "Hey, I think it's time we went away",
She wasn't sure but there was nothing she could say.
And to the four corners of the earth they took it,
To the far flung corners of the globe
And if they could have taken it to Mars,
They would have travelled anywhere that they could go.
They searched for romance on the high sea,
Looked for romance in the air
And they looked in the pubs of England,
But they couldn't find it there.
From Paraguay to Portugal, Toronto to Turin,
What did not work in Balmain it would not work in Berlin.
Well to postcards never said too much,
Having fun, wish you were here
More than they said to one another all that travelling year.
Oh but didn't they take some photos of each other on their own,
They were travelling together,
They always photographed alone.
'Til one day she said "No, I've had enough can we go home?",
The sun was coming up in Sydney,
While it was going down in Rome.
And to the four corners of the earth they took it,
To the far flung corners of the globe
And if they could have taken it to Mars,
They would have travelled anywhere that they could go.
They searched for romance on the high sea,
Looked for romance in the air
And they looked in the bars of New York,
But they couldn't find it there.
From Paraguay to Portugal, Toronto to Turin,
What did not work in Balmain it would not work in Berlin.
They thought they might find it in Paris,
Just like all the brochures said
But to find romance in Paris, ah, just proves that you're not dead.
He was still a bore in Athens, she still talked too much in Rome,
And it would not work in Turkey 'cause it would not work at home
And you won't find it on Malta if you cannot find it here,
And it will not work in London if it will not work at home.