Oh Columbus You become us With your scheme, your glorious plan And dream of a far-away land And with your blessing We keep pressing Giving this present place up For just one more America But, Every time I fly to the West I arrive nonetheless In the place that I left In this round world If I try to flee And leave this city To be free from humanity s cares Humanity follows me there And if I steal aboard The boat bound for the farthest shore I m told crossing the ocean won t work And the only boat left is the Earth Every time I fly to the West I arrive nonetheless In the place that I left In this round world So Columbus Can you tell us That there are no more new lands afar If we don t make it right where we are