Nofra Jet

Huddled in his shack, heat food and money lacked

Old walls damp and cracked like his future looking black

So he opened up the map and put his things into his pack

On home he turned his back, now he's never looking back

Cold is the wind as his big mission begins

So say hey Joe where are you gonna go?

Better row row row row row to the shore

Better heave heave ho gotta go follow the dough

Better leave lie low, stow stow away you stow

And he goes, go where the cold wind blows

Worn feet soles, one soul, one goal