I worshipped at the altar 
Until I could believe 
Mauritius and in Malta 
Until they made us leave 

And so we cross the border 
With promises of change 
Dubai, The Cooks, Gibraltar 
The answer stays the same 

And if I tried to explain 
Then you wouldn't understand 
You know we'd do it again 
If we ever get the chance 

Calling out like a beacon 
Calling out like a buoy 
At the gates of haven we row 

Anjouan on to [bad word] 
Sending us to Singapore 
At the gates of haven we row 

And now we float away from 
Those islands we called home 
Our Oceania havens 
To flood, to fail, to foam 

And if I tried to explain 
Then you wouldn't understand 
You can bury us in blame 
But you'll ever get the chance 

Calling out like a beacon 
Calling out like a buoy 
At the gates of haven we row 

Going back to San Marino 
Going back to Monaco 
at the gates of haven, we row 

Looking after friends and family 
I'm looking out for number one 
We took the risk, we'll take the riches 
We don't care what you think we've done 

Where's your reward for being selfless 
What's your reward for being slow 
We're going back to San Marino 
We're going back to Monaco