The sun is high, looking out I see 
The emptiness beyond the jetty 
Seagulls raining like confetti 
On the Water 
Sea and sky come together in 
A hazy kiss out on the ocean 
Europe seems a foreign notion 
Hardly thought of 

And would you leave your modern world behind? 
I know who I am 
Riding in my sampan 

In the shade stands the foreman in 
A floppy hat and linen suit 
Beneath his ancient leather boot 
The ground is straining 
Far away, figures bend to tap the 
Endless seas of rubber trees 
To coat the wheels of Paris taxis 
Where it's raining 

And would you leave your melting world behind? 
I know who I am 
Riding in my sampan