Fairground - Live in Cuba

Driving down an endless road

Taking friends or moving alone

Pleasure at the fairground on the way

It's always friends that feel so good

Let's make amends like all good men should

Pleasure at the fairground on the way

Walk around, be free and roam

There's always someone leaving alone

Pleasure at the fairground on the way

And I love the thought of coming home to you

Even if I know we can't make it

Yes, I love the thought of giving hope to you

Just a little ray of light shining through

Love can bend and breathe alone

Until the end it finds you a home

Don't care what the people may say

It's always friends that feel so good

Let's make amends like all good men should

Pleasure at the fairground on the way

And I love the thought of coming home to you

Even if I know we can't make it

Yes, I love the thought of giving hope to you

Just a little ray of light shining through

And I love the thought of coming home to you

Even if I know we can't make it

Yes, I love the thought of giving hope to you

Just a little ray of light shining through

Pleasure at the fairground on the way

And I love the thought of coming home to you

Even if I know we can't make it

Yes, I love the thought of giving hope to you

Just a little ray of light shining through

And I love the thought of coming home to you

Even if I know we can't make it

Yes, I love the thought of giving hope to you

Just a little ray of light shining through

Love the thought

Even if I know we can't make it

Love the thought