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