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