Текст песни The Pleasure of Hope

Come out of the rain my weary friend I know where you've been I know what you've done You suffered Behrings Rock And now your welcome's just begun Welcome home, welcome home Her anchor weighs heavy round your neck Your senses are alert The pleasure of hope destroys the fact That the dull pain ever hurt She knows you're coming But she's waiting in the middle of the hottest desert Goodbye hope, goodbye hope