Some people will undertake
A trip to the East
Trying hard to forget
What did upset them so?
Who would know?

Some people will meditate
All alone in their rooms
Going over their lives
As if some truth were there
They need to share


No more trouble

No more pain
The boat is going steady

Their minds are free and ready now
To call it love

Who would have been satisfied

To get all them lies?
And I'm glad I got out and quit
This sordid game
All the same


No more trouble

No more pain
The boat is going steady

My mind is free and ready now
To call it love, call it love



There's a man I see
A man who looks a lot like me
He says: Take me home,take me home
Take me home with you


No more trouble

No more pain
The boat is going steady

My mind is free and ready now
To call it love, call it love

call it love, call it love